On The Write Path

In Hualien (Taiwan)

In Hualien

Cold, clouds, chilled bones.

Damp marble gleams white and black; red lanterns flutter above. I walk to the bank through a myriad swarm: a vroom of scooters, the fragrance of unknown foods, the assault of every color, the soft cold touch of drizzle.

I get to know streets by placing one foot before another, careful at curbs that slick sloping marble doesn't slip beneath me and tumble me onto a street.

I meet Taiwan on the corner of friendly gestures and uncooked, unknown, indescribable meat. I greet each day with a smile.

In Taiwan, frowns are unacceptable.

© Kåre Enga [12.February.2017]

Written in Hualien, Taiwan and sent on a postcard to Denise and Charlotte.

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