Orchid Island

Revisited Orchid Island a week after the typhoon hazard. 

Traveling alone, I looked at this island from distant, tried to remember everything projected into my eyes. 

Gradually I had some close friends, and little by little to know the world in their minds. 

Destroyed land shown on TV; Scenic pictures taken by tourists; 

but what cannot be seen,

are spirits of ancestors within the bushes;

are treasurable water sources in the deep mountain; 

are the taros waiting to bud in the farm;

are the computers crashes in the families; 

are the calms stick to the coral reef; 

and the radiation hidden everywhere.