We took the second last ferry back for good measure as we have to catch the last bus from Sun Moon Lake back to Taichung.
The waves, now seem more familiar and calmer, after the rain. We saw the Sun’s ray fluttered a bit, through the clouds. And it hid amongst the mountains as if it’s hidden within the sleds.
It felt like winter when the sky was in the hues of cold blue, while the waters are in the shades of dark teals. The mountains stood in pride, arm in arm across the horizons.
We arrived at the pier but we didn’t leave after getting off the ferry. Instead, we stood there and watch the skies slowly descend into a grey, like the grey of the winter huskies. And they pulled the sun across the skies as we could saw the colors splashed along the horizons, overflowing from the sedge. Even though the sun is not in our view anymore, I could still see the colors spilling across the skies.
I looked at the mountains in awe, as I could see layers of them spread out across the horizon, the colors fading away in the distance. I took a moment and breathe the cooling air as if I’m feeling the temperature of the lake. Breathing in the strangely cool air, which ran across my body, giving life to my lungs.
I love how everything aligned at the eleventh hour, how everything didn’t turn out that bad after all. I love how despite the rain the sun still comes out. I love how the rays still warmed me after the skies turned grey. In fact, we actually headed out despite the bad weather due to time constraint. I love how even though it was pouring, the rain stopped after and the clouds gave way, running across the skies, leading us to the sun. And I absolutely love how we are allowed to ride the ropeway after it is closed.
I smiled back at the winter Huskies after they ran towards the horizon, sending the world to darkness. The Sun Moon Lake may be a tourist spot to many or a photo spot, but to me, it meant so much more now.