Still colors and soundsThe leaves are moving gentlyAnd the fan is seen.
Jing and I, walking in the warm late afternoon sun, with chai sleeping in his stroller, near Tai Koo Shing. I glanced at her, and the sun washed out the colors and contours of everything. At that moment, I remembered to be grateful. The 4PM sunwashes out contrasts on her facetill the end of time