I spotted this little girl blowing bubbles in the breeze as I rode a moped down Taiwan’s East Coast road. It was a windy day, perfect it seems to watch bubbles find flight on the quick and salty air.

From the twisting road that hugged the shoreline like a lover at times, I could see waves climb then topple as if their enthusiasm to make it to dry land outweighed their ability to do so. Such was the amount of sea spray in the air, that I could taste the salt on my lips, see it like dust on my sunglasses, and feel it like mask painted my face.

I usually don’t like windy days, but there are always exceptions.

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