Dear Wigleaf,

In the year and a half that I have observed them, the two wild boars have gained weight. These days they look like ambling boulders, snarfing up leftovers and whole loaves of bread that people place by the roadside for them. It's hard to imagine, with our gleaming offices and concrete jungle, that wild boars are a common sight here in Hong Kong.

Six months ago, they appeared with a litter of boarlets—that is what they're called, according to The Farmer's Almanac. And now, as I sit here, parked in the lay-by along Repulse Bay Road, typing away on a plastic tray attached to the steering wheel, the whole family has returned and even the boarlets have become boulder-sized. One of them is even tall enough to sniff at my sideview mirror.

The office is finally open again and life is slowly resuming its course. But I've grown accustomed to my desk behind the wheel, with the windows rolled down, a stretch of winding mountain road ahead, and the boar clan wandering out of the dense foliage now and then to keep me company.

Perhaps one day I'll step out of the car and follow them into the trees. What say you?

Sincerely yours,
Jiksun