Heavenly Reward

In Taipei a few days ago, the air was resplendent, with skies full of fine clouds, small and white, soft as cotton batting, like a goddess had dropped a basket of white flower buds.

Dusk turned the sky golden, and the colors of the clouds shifted until night enveloped the hours. The clouds became rimmed with blue, as a tulip behind a shadow. In this era, the sight was uploaded to screens and the gaze into one moment of the heavenly spheres was replicated into infinitude.