We looked outside of the window as the typhoon raged on. The beat got successively louder as the wind started to pick up the pots and cages on the rooftop gardens. Several sheds made out of metal sheets had their doors blown open. I was especially fixated on one that was painted light green.

I was either in a classroom or in someone’s residence. I couldn’t tell. But what I knew for sure was that you couldn’t hear the music anymore if you walked too far down the hallway. It was probably coming from the second floor.