Summer evenings in HK.

Summer evenings in our apartment come with the most beautiful soft orange glow. I'm feeling even more prematurely nostalgic about it than is normal (or healthy?), but the thought of moving away from our garden and favorite restaurants and paper-thin walls and poorly-ventilated bathroom and fantastic views has me a bit weepy lately. I'll miss it. The whole lot of it. Especially this time of day, and spending it with the person and bulldog who make our tiny space a home.


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