Dood, dood, dood, dood, dood, dood, dee....
Dee.... dood, dood, dood, dood, dood, dood...
This is what filled my ears on my way to Mui Wo today, the first time in many days the sun came out.
Such rapid vibrations of the air are probably the call and response of male and female cicada, the harbingers of summer from behind the leaves, cleaving to the branches of the trees on either side of the road, hoping desperately to be able to catch their mates before they're caught by the grim reaper.
a red ball defying its prison
tiny flowers on the side of the path
branches heavy with seeds,
rushes against the sky
parallel paths, same and yet not the same
glory under the sun
against the hills
waiting for their fence
first to bloom
It won't be long now
chillies in flight
the sprites of summer
annual reminders of the bygone college exams