2025年7月7日 星期一

Typhoon Night and My Reflections

#2025-0707

Last night, I didn’t sleep well—partly because of the anticipation of Typhoon Danas (丹娜絲颱風). I woke up around 2:30 a.m. and felt like sitting at my study desk for a while. Aimlessly, I began thinking about events from years ago, as well as some more recent ones.

Oh, typhoons! As a senior citizen living in Taiwan, I’ve experienced so many typhoon days and nights—typhoons that caused varying degrees of damage, some of which remain unforgettable.

I looked up some informal “records” in my blog — Mookoo’s Home (木咕子的家) — and, like fragments of movies, these names flashed before my eyes:
There were many more—still vivid, though slowly fading—like images replaying on the screen of my innermost heart.

I remember the typhoon that struck before I began studying at Changliu Elementary School (長流國小), the one that came just before I—escorted by my father—went to register at Chiayi Junior Teacher’s College (嘉義師專), and the one that tore part of the roof off our house on the mountainside back then.

It was around the Moon Festival when that typhoon struck us with strong, stormy winds. My father and I—his eldest son—had to run up and down the slope to fetch dried rice straw and toss it onto the tiled roof, hoping to prevent rainwater from washing away the earthen walls.

Fortunately, typhoons are better than earthquakes. The former can be tracked accurately with modern technology, while the latter remain almost entirely unpredictable.

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Note: This article was first drafted roughly between 2:30 a.m. and 3:30 a.m., and completed later this morning, after Typhoon Danas had passed. May the Lord bless the world, including all of you, my dear readers!

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