Mental Picture 2.0

I am in Taiwan, seated in a train to the city. Outside, small houses dot the passing hills like mushrooms, all asleep in a veil of descending fog. I try to spot an open door, to try to catch a glimpse of what lives people lead inside, but the vision rushes past, and my eyes are blurry with sleep. 

In the distance, Taipei emerges from the endless white sky.

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I'm going to try to write again, for myself. It's been years.