I’m not sure why, but something about the grey rainy weather always makes me contemplative. Actually, that’s just code word for lazy. Nothing I like best than sitting on the couch, hot tea, chocolate and trashy book or movie at hand. Today though it made me think of Hong Kong as I stumbled over a photo I took at the Ferry Terminal from the Avenue of Stars. As a child, my mother was a serial shopping addict (although she denies this) and we went to HK almost yearly on shopping trips. I remember I was once only allowed to bring 2 tops and 2 bottoms! Although this was not as bad as my friend who told me her mother only allowed disposable underwear on her shopping holidays…
Anyway as a child HK was dirty, smelly and bustling. It was always brash and loud with a take it or leave it attitude. But, there was always sun. It would stream through on the streets. Now all you can see in HK is smog and grey grey skies no matter the weather. People blame China and so on. But all I know is it makes me sad. It’s not a grey from a comforting rainy day, it’s a grey like something over Hogwarts from
the dementors. Bye Sunny Days.
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