days of watching clouds drape the peaks of the coast ranges, sliding down to the mountain’s waist
safereday a romi’ad i, it hasn’t rained, even though each day one feels that lightning will break the heat
safereday a romi’ad i, 幾天都～～～～沒下雨，只好等待著，等著雷來解悶
on clear days, the mountains look smaller, more distant, while green island surprises one when one turns east–why is a mountain there?
clothed in clouds, the mountains do not shy away, but appear in all their green girth. our village sits on the tiny perch between malataw and the ocean
it’s true. the partially clouded peaks look more massive. does our sense of the distance and size of clouds change our perception?