Missing Hong Kong

I miss Hong Kong.

The city where nobody sleeps and the streets are abuzz with life and energy and opportunities.
Where anything and everything can happen. If you want to make it happen.
Where you're awashed in the millions of crowds of a solitary one.
How everything seems familiar and warm and yet you're aware of yourself being the most unfamiliar thing of all.

Hong Kong.
The ebb. The flow.
Of fragrant waters.
Of things gained and things lost.

So near and yet so far.
So warm and yet so aloof.
So familiar and so strange.
So uncultivated and so fertile.
So raw. So surreal.

Hong Kong.
The land of contradictions.