A cutting from SE Review, turned yellow, on surfers at Big Wave Bay
in the storm—the image captures the back of my brother who failed the dreams
dreamt on him, left school at sixteen in Ferrari board shorts and a fish surfboard
with rainbow graphics. A scrape on the face, now laid among dust in the bedroom,
it’s a reticent witness to two sturdy, impetuous legs galloping on the violent beach
and paddling against the surge under the hurricane in ’99 named York. My brother confronted the engulfing wall of water in the white splashes of rain,
riding on top of the breaking curl of the wave at a height he’d never reached
in life, propelled further and further towards the horizon of the grey sky,
not slowing down for a split second, not looking back.
Note: The longest-lasting hurricane on record, York invaded Hong Kong on 16 September 1999, causing two deaths, injuries for some 500, and uprooting more than 4,000 trees. Hundreds of people fled their homes due to landslide and flooding.