Deliciously muggy and humid. Sea and mountain air, one in front of me, the other behind me. Boats in the harbour. Rows of modern apartment blocks. Twinkly pinpoints of electric lights and, if I look carefully above the brightness of the manmade night, I see the silver dots of starlight. Sounds of traffic below. The occasional voice. Faint sounds of life in other homes.
My heart delights. My soul feels as if I'm back in Hong Kong. So much feels the same, in touch, scent and sound, although sight tells me that nothing is the same. It is a curious feeling.
No comments:
Post a Comment
Lovely to see your thoughts.