“It’s a steamy wet season evening. The neon clouds have faded to greyscale and a tropical storm is rolling through not so far from here.
Nyah, 5 years old, has been eyeing off Caddie’s new binaural microphone, a weird looking thing with two human ears. “Can I try it?” They head out into the backyard to capture the sound of it all. The birds, the drops hitting tropical leaves, glimmering, heavy, the stickiness, the rain collecting sweat, the sweat collecting rain as it runs down their cheeks and arms.
Two small hands, holding the microphone, tremble with each bit of rolling thunder. That feeling of wanting to retreat back inside, but not quite being able to bring yourself to leave.”