Starring through my studio window, the far mountaintops are barely visible behind layers of slanted rain. This familiar scenery always brings me back to a particular episode when I was in grade 1 or 2 studying at a boarding school in HK. I remember myself sitting in a classroom with my desk close to the window, I was starring at the yet to be familiar gloomy and harsh scenery outside, daydreaming and wondering whether I would be picked up by my father. I don’t remember all the details, but I still remember the happiness I felt when my father arrived.
The prolonged rainy days is giving me an excuse to be nostalgic.
