Because as much as anything it was raining early morning.
Standing at the door, watching the sparrow family at the birdhouse; a small yellow windmill rattles and blurs on a neighbour’s terrace. A raindrop from a leaf hits the tin table, just so, to make a gong. Ducks somewhere quack like creaking beds.
All the garden is roofs; houses climbing up to the hedge.
Here’s the sound of rain on a tarp.
Because as much as anything it is mid-April, and my Lantau festival, Mui Wo.
and here, for the record, is Green April Rain, 1
All photos, content, © Steve Mitchell, Fisher Lane