Another cold front is coming in soon. From the North, from China. I'd better close the outer windows, or else the wind is going to blow all my documents away, on the cold floor, under the sofa.
If it's getting colder, it means I'll have to be wearing more clothes, though the water will always be cold. The wind will keep the tourists off the beach, though.
Taiwan doesn't have much of a beach culture. So I won't bump into parents taking their kids out for a walk in the sand. The rougher sea will also make the voyage over the water more of an extreme sports adventure than a leisurely cruise. At least, it's not typhoon season, otherwise, the extraction might have to be canceled altogether.
I'll miss some of the food, the sweet, rubbery moaji and the oyster omelets they're so proud about. I'm almost beginning to think it wasn't such a bright idea, killing a president to be.
