行者無垢；As the dust faded away
When the bus drove on Highway No.1, the guardrail along the edge of asphalt reminded me that there won’t be any vendor selling in the car, nor the aisle be crowded by the local people. I am here in Taiwan, but the practice in Southeast Asia start to take over my habit.
A herringbone rubs on my instep, together with the bites by leeches and darkness by sunshine, I didn’t declare these items at customs or get refund. However, another souvenir, the callus on my heel, gradually comes off. There were times that those callus stowed soil away from city to city, country to country. When I wore flip flops riding bicycle in PingZhen, I could recognize traffic light and median; nevertheless, I followed nothing when I rode in Southeast Asia.
The wind gradually reversed its direction from southwest to northeast by the end of September. I went with the wind and followed the sun to Southeast Asia, a region created by a river. Although the climate changes, the flood during the rainy season still fertilizes the entire region. The lifestyles evolved from the river still floats along. The boat carried me into the restless life, and my heart beat within the ripple of tide.