the same horizon,
different each day
all identical but all individual:
sometimes stamped with clouds
vaguely violet or pearly pink,
sometimes drunk in
accompanied by love and laughter,
sometimes a long awaited end
to a long day of living,
sometimes a fresh start
from a new place for a new life.
I shared the sunset today with my friend in the midst of a bunch of strangers, marking the (probably) first time I’ve seen a sunset outside of my home, yet still in Hong Kong.