Along the north-east coast of Taiwan, the sea stretched out in patient blue, meeting a sky of the same persuasion, as if horizon and heaven had quietly agreed to mirror one another. I had gone there for a brief stay at a seaside resort, expecting little more than salt wind and the rhythmic hush of waves against stone. Instead, I found English signboards swaying lightly in the breeze and a bar-like installation standing with casual confidence against the vast Pacific backdrop — a curious blend of elsewhere and home.
It felt almost surreal: the language of distance inscribed upon a landscape so intimately tied to memory. The coast was expansive, luminous, uncomplicated; yet beneath the brightness lay the quiet weight of family matters waiting inland. Travel, in such moments, becomes both refuge and rehearsal — a pause between responsibilities.
I hope to return again, to sort what must be sorted, and to claim, in between obligations, small unhurried journeys along that blue edge of the island, where sea and sky hold their calm and time loosens its grip.
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