The sky is in ffwd

The city has an uncomfortable and uneasy vibe. The government just announced immediate cancellation of work and take shelter orders, but from my roof, the sky is still mostly blue. ETA is 2.5 hours. I just saw an egret fly by and realized it’s the first bird I’ve seen or heard all day. Now and then there’s a breeze, but mostly the air is sticky and still. Faces in the sidewalk look hurried and worried, which makes me feel apprehensive, since typhoon days are usually celebrated as unscheduled holidays. 

I’m having a rooftopbeer. It is aggressively muggy up here. Squalls are sweeping over the city. The typhoon World Cup semifinal party has been cancelled at our local bar. This is equivalent to preemptive Waffle House closures. 

The sun breaks through and reflects brilliantly off the glass of the buildings. I crack another beer. AC/DC on the roof. Times like these make me think of John Keller.

So I swap to misfits. We walk the streets at night, we go where eagles dare.

Spitting rain in my cell screen. I ain’t no goddam son of a bitch, you better think about it baby. 

Patches of green hills, patches of rain. The sun lights up the top of some small clouds against the background of a black grey sky. I’ll be seeing you again.

Don’t cry to me now baby.

Water droplets are suspended in the confused breeze coming over the ledge on top of the building. 

The hot sun breaks out. Twenty twenty twenty four hours to go. Still a lot of blue sky. Most mountains are obsucurred by rain now. It’s hot. I wanna be sedated. Flights still coming into the airport, under the hen mohntains, between the buildings. Mother, tell your children not to walk my way. 

The sun burns fierce like Florida becUse all the pollution has been washed from the sky. The clouds are going the same way the wind is blowing.

 This day is like graduation, except I’m alone on a rooftop in Taipei and halfway through life. Millions of people are below me.