Taipeng, Lamma Island – 6:17PM, Humid.

Entry 155

Today I try to make a list of what we have in common: likes, interests, values.

I give up. There are too many. They are like waves. Uncountable. Accumulated, like furniture, yet there is no plural.

I have a pond on the patio now. We watch it. It is one thing and many. Just like us.

It is funny how things can appear out of nowhere, like an epiphany. And still their appearance is somehow logical, obvious, a result of something. Work. Yours and theirs.

Just like the tree-frog eggs. Overnight. They hang suspended in the corners of the pond. Not one but two glistening orange globes that will spawn an uncountable mass of tadpoles.

My heart is with them, wriggling and infinite, as I watch the pond.