The echo catches me as I approach the lake
At first, I’m not sure where it’s coming from or what it might be.
A massive hive of ornery bees
A power drill prepped for duty
A downed power line
A drone, preparing to buzz the tower
All seem unrealistic, or at least misguided
When I round the bend and the buzz assaults my ears, this time up close.
I see a small group of spectators leaning against the rail, looking down at the water. I follow their gaze, and finally spot the source.
It’s a toy.
Specifically, a toy boat. running at the speed of sound. Unleashing a wake five times its size. Blowing by the hushed watchers, it spins, dips, dives along the calm waters of Tay Ho. Putting on a show, and making a fuss, on a day when surely any distraction is welcomed.
The lake is quiet today, few people are about
But because this is Hanoi, there’s still a buzz.