Up at 4am. Out for breakfast before 6. The sky still dark, like it tends to be a half hour before the sunlight begins to shine behind the Pingtung Mountains.
There is a table of five next to me making a bit of noise. My first thought is that they are drunk, but this is only based on my past experience of having breakfast before the sun comes up. They might just have been ignorant, or vacationers, or both.
Yesterday on the way to breakfast I witnessed a scene I’ve seen most every week I’ve been here, a few small groups of young people clearly inebriated with one puking into a sewer grate and the others giving sympathy and reassurance. One hunched over talking to God through a big metal mouthpiece, the others mumbling encouragements.
I just try to go unnoticed. Every drunk seems to remember their grade school English when they see me. I live in a world where people on the street only want to engage when they are out of their minds or when they want something.
We all live in this world.
I wasn’t going to go out this morning. I was going to stay in and have peanut butter on toast. But, on my bullet list I have a streak going - out for a morning walk - 3 days in a row, now. That’s something.
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