83 days: Beneath the Colors

Today was a feast for the eyes and the mind. I spent the day wandering through Rainbow Village - a small but exuberant corner of Taichung. The bright, almost whimsical artwork painted on the walls and streets had a life of its own. Each brushstroke felt spontaneous, as if the village had grown organically out of the colors themselves.

As I walked through the narrow alleys, I couldn't help but feel a surge of joy. The vibrancy seemed to touch everything, from the smiling tourists to the gentle breeze that carried the scent of street food. It was an afternoon of pure color and expression. I found a quiet corner and sketched some of the shapes that caught my eye - bold, flowing lines blending into abstract forms.

I stayed longer than I expected, lost in the energy of the place. There was something heartwarming about knowing that this art, born of one man's passion to preserve his village, had become a beacon for so many. I returned to my hotel with the colors still swirling in my mind, eager to capture them on paper in the quiet of the night.

It feels good to be surrounded by such creative energy.