Every time I return to Lamma Island in Hong Kong for a visit, I still feel so much at home. Yes, one has a lot more to do in Beijing, but the village atmosphere on Lamma never fails to put one at home as soon as one touches down at the pier.
And it's so clear and clean, perhaps especially so for somebody who is flown in from the polluted capital. Even it's the dusk before imminent thousand storm, the warm light peers through clouds and outlines such refined shapes of houses, boats, people with tender strokes.
I miss Lamma.