Shek O

as we walk, sound becomes everything: wind roughly rustling trees, ocean waves breaking, father and son quietly discussing in Chinese and English the best phrase to use for honouring the year of the ram.

as we wait for sisters and brothers, nieces, nephews, aunties, uncles and stragglers… we sing the Beatles, Rolling Stones, Peter Paul ‘n’ Mary – oh! harmony!

and, as we digest the plenty plenty food, it is crash boom and squeals of joy when the lion (awakened!) comes to dance in the living room!

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