For the last month or so we’ve been enduring the usual northern Taiwan winter weather: Cold, gray, rainy skies. The temperature hadn’t been too low yet, but it wasn’t shirtsleeve weather either. We had started to fall into the emotional winter grays, as well. Living in northern Taiwan in the winter is like I imagine living through England’s winter weather would be.just say that the weather wasn’t beautiful. Then, last Saturday, December 29, as if a miracle had occurred I thrust off the blankets. The joints didn’t hurt, the mumbling had stopped, I almost spoke a coherent sentence. Last Saturday dawned brilliantly. Last Saturday was an absolutely gorgeous, warm, spring-like day. Life returned to northern Taiwan.
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