It is still cold and wet in Hsinchu today, but a little different.
This is the Hsinchu I didn't know before.
Tonight is not windy at all, not even a gentle breeze is felt.
It must be the fog that hold back the usual strong wind.
Walking out the library, I never find that my campus is so beautiful.
Every roof of the buildings gradually disappears in the mist.
The visibility is so low, as if I were on a high mountain.
Waving arms fast, you will feel that it seems drizzling
and that your hands are getting moist;
at the time you stop waving, however, there's obviously no rain.
There's another intereting thing.
On my riding home,
it is so foggy that I have to lift my helmet shield.
Suddenly, I feel my sight slightly different.
Every time my eyes meet a tiny water droplet,
all the lights around me, such as streetlamps,
will blur for just a blink.
That is an amazing expirience. :)
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Time is the lense through
which dreams are captured.
-- Sofia Coppola --
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