More park regulars came to enjoy the cool Northern wind that rose again this morning. To avoid nuisance from the nasty guy who sat at the front of the booking office, I went to rear side of the park via the jogging track, where was busy with joggers and walkers. Before I started to paint, the chatty group began to arrive informing the other members that typhoon signal number one was hoisted. Since thin grey clouds covered the pale blue sky, and I thought it would be better to protect the drawing kit by plastic, to prevent instant rain might fall. Though the conversation of the chatty group was simply about daily routines, but the increased volume was getting distracting. They finally departed with the noises, but my anxious feeling have already urged my brush to overlay paints on the picture subconsciously, especially when daylight kept growing to intensify the tones and hues of the scenery.