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The office parking lot 5:24 pm

In Feeling of the moment, Writing on 2013/10/31 at 10:14

“That weird light is back!” The thought occurs the moment I step outside, it’s the same as when leaving work one evening, about two months ago. Sunlight is slanting in passed grey tufts of cloud, moisture in the air, not quite thick enough to be fog, diffuses the orange sunset glow, steeping everything¬† in a strange, pinkish yellow hue, like watching the world through tinted glasses. The multitude of droplets just sort of floating in the air, make the power lines over the train track buzz and crackle menacingly, but there is no forboding this time, just a lazy feeling of wounderment and a hint of apprehension at the buzzing power lines. I unlock my scooter, and as I turn out of the parking lot onto the road, the moment has passed, the strange light has faded and only some pale pink streaks lacing the underside of the clouds remains.

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At home 5:36 pm

In Feeling of the moment, Place description, Writing on 2013/10/30 at 01:12

The sky outside the window has steadily grown darker while I have been sitting here, and I have been just that little bit too lazy to get up and turn on the lights. So here I sit, in a darkend room, the glow from the computer screen providing the only real source of light, the faint unlight of dusk lingering in the window behind my back. I am pinned here by the woman sleeping peacefully on my lap, holding my left arm in her embrace. I push the laptop to the side, lean back and just sit here, letting some moments pass in absolute harmony and comfort.

Sky over Taiwan, 5:38 am

In Place description, Poetic prose, Writing on 2013/10/06 at 09:32

The captain has just made his landing speech over the intercom, announcing that it is raining on the ground but up here, above the clouds it is fair to say that the sunrise is fantastic. The planes wing, sweeping backwards, cuts across the blue grey landscape of clouds, forming a constant reference against the soft hills and gently sloping valleys flowing by. The sky above is a rich blue, paling towards the horizon where it is streaked in fiery orange and bright golden yellow, with a few free floating tufts of cloud livening up the otherwise empty sky. The light reflects off the metallic surface of the wing, sending a streak of orange along the edge, completing the picture. Iv’e seen a few sunrises and sunset in my lift, but this is well neigh the best.