Escaped the apartment post-typhoon to brave the shattered glass break between the windstorms to head into town for groceries.

The air is so humid it feels like when you take an accidental breath underwater. Plugged nose and wash of water.

Broken wood, leaves, drowned cicadas, the canal rushing with water streaming down from the mountains. It’s a lush landscape with a magicians spread of green that hide and appear with no conscious pattern.