Reclaiming a lost part of Self

It's been a long time since I climbed the mountain behind HKU. The weather was cool, in fact it gets chilly at times. Yet moist air and the leaves' breath concocted a dish of autumn freshness that I've not tasted in a long long while.

The moon, it's solemnly yellow tonight. Its brightness radiated warmth. I could almost feel it smiling. But did God have wobbly hands today, such that he couldn't draw a perfect circle? Or perhaps Satan came with a small blade and thinly sliced God's creation out of mischief? Anyway, if it was mockery, it didn't work. Angels' eyes sparkled and blinked as they looked down upon the lone traveller. God won the fight today.

600m upslope, and there comes an opening in the foliage. Buildings on Hong Kong island stand right below, even IFC. Tsim Sha Tsui wave not too far away, as neon lights scream in silence. In the day mountains form the background across the landscape. At night you can't see the ranges, but their necklaces of orange street lamps dotting the roads form a beautiful lace in the shrouding blackness. The sea separating the two islands lay still, with ships seated upon it. Those ships that glided and skimmed across the water surface are as gentle as dragonflies that dance on water.

Crickets call, a whole band of violinists and cellists responding to one another. Like friends they each have their own voices, but never arguing or fighting for dominance. As the winds blow, bamboos sway, their leaves rustling a roughness pleasant to the ears, like how a double bass works in a quartet.

This is a place where you can almost feel like you are embracing the world, with nature and city singing a harmonious tune. You can hear it just standing still for a second - a heartbeat that thumps with the rhythm of Love.

A friend called. My best friend from primary 1 to 4. It so happens he is in HKU on his NTU GIP. For some reason I've lost most of my memories before upper primary, but I can recall chatting with this friend over the phone almost everyday when I was young. God brought us together again, in a foreign land. Somehow it just makes me believe that there are some people who are destined to be part of our lives as long as we trod on this land.

Looking up to the deep blue skies, I smiled and whispered to Mummy, "you remember KX? We've found each other again."

Today I walked a path and reclaimed a lost part of myself, in more ways than one. Some, in fact most people, never have that luxury. For that, I am grateful. =)