How are we perceived,
if we are to be perceived at all?
For the most part we are invisible.
風很大,涼氣在門縫外嗚咽。傍晚回去了艾蕪海灘。今年雨水少,草坡才綠掉一半,裸露出大片的灰褐色。凹處的泥土略略濕,踩下去還是硬的,不似往年要蹚河塘。站在懸崖上看日落,身邊的 ice plant 開滿了花,這個植物有一個好聽的名字,叫冰葉日中花。幾近天盡頭有一段縹緲的煙海,我以為會遮住的。但還是看到了綠光。那一點轉瞬即逝的、蒼白的、微薄的光線,裝滿我整個夜晚的快樂。歸途上,一路無語。
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