Cloud with Salts

One day in the 70s, at the Northern part of the New Territories. Under the blazing sun, the summer cicadas chirp, a rotten smell is spreading along the train tracks. A kind of summer blues surrounding the five youngsters that they could not dispel. They pushed the weeds and stepped on the squirming maggots. Under the banyan, they found a decaying dead body. Heated by the hot wind, it emits a foul stench. They covered their nose and vomited. Hearing train whines, the youngsters made up their minds. Even though they did not have much, they listened to the call from the syrup and caffeine, adding colour to the dullness. To add a pinch of salt onto the transparent “white cloud”, they ran in full strength and leaped up.