Hello Kitty in Maobitou Park, kenting

Hello Kitty ponders the meaning of life... or maybe just the next color to use.

After narrowly escaping the clutches of an overly ambitious seagull, I found a quieter spot in Maobitou Park to set up another shot of my trusty Hello Kitty figurine. This time, she stood majestically on a white stone surface, surveying the vast expanse of nature before her. The mountain peak in the distance seemed to nod in approval, as if recognizing a fellow artist in its midst. The wind had calmed down, allowing me to capture the scene without fearing for my phone's life. As I positioned Hello Kitty, I couldn't help but think about how this tiny, plastic figure had seen more of the world than some people ever will. It's funny how we attach meaning to the smallest things, isn't it? A few other travelers passed by, giving me curious glances. One woman even asked if Hello Kitty was my good luck charm. I smiled and said, 'Something like that.' In truth, she was more of a silent companion, a reminder that even in the vastness of the world, there's room for whimsy. The sun was high in the sky, casting a warm glow over the landscape. The greenery seemed to stretch on forever, interrupted only by the occasional burst of wildflowers. It was the kind of scene that made you want to sit down and paint—or, in my case, take a dozen more photos. As I packed up and prepared to move on, I couldn't shake the feeling that this moment, like so many others on this trip, was fleeting. But maybe that's the point. Maybe the beauty of travel lies in its impermanence, in the way it forces you to savor each second because you know it won't last. Or maybe I'm just overthinking it. Either way, Hello Kitty and I were ready for the next adventure.