Begginning in the Middle

This is a bit like picking up an aimless story somewhere long after the start, without any idea how much longer it will go.

Two of us met up at 圓山站 and went out to the river park. The ground was wet, but after 90 consecutive days of rain, we were satisfied that rain wasn't actively falling. Under the bridge, we pushed some slick plastic benches together. The spot is divided by a drain grate about two feet across, with minimal pebbles and very smooth concrete plastered in pigeon shit. Having warmed up, we cruised out to the amphitheater, a pebble dashed bank to ledge. On arrival, the run up was partly blocked by an empty idling car. After about 20 minutes of us noisily pushing by, a couple got out of the backseat and drove off in frustration. Shortly afterwards, a figure in all black set off an impromptu semi-professional fireworks display. It consisted of about two dozen large roman candles, which was impressive, since the man in black was firing them into the flight path of landing airliners. He didn't manage to shoot down any planes, but sprinted away anyways, a solitary shadow flitting along the levee for as far as I could see him.

Later, we cruised to 大橋頭 for goat stew on rice, with a side of spicy cucumber and curly spicy green vine. For desert, we skated the granite bank in front of the police station, then I went home for some TB.