one of those days when nothing seems to happen easily, the morning spent upon paths trailing through memories, the scent of coffee, looking out towards the hilltops, cloaked ridges beneath heavy skies... the afternoon demanding a break, a change of scene, the intention for a walk around xiangshang ... pausing on a bridge, realising that i'd cycled to the river... taking a rest beneath the morning market bridge, the sound of a saxophone playing along to a recording, the music not my kind of thing but his tone was gorgeous and his playing slow and tasteful... the rabbit hole also opening out once again beneath another bridge ...