August 16, 2021

My dearest,

The sunsets from the rooftop of your condo in Bangkok are so stunning, if only because you capture them in your photographs.

The clouds might form strange shapes and fantastic imageries earlier in the day, such as that one of the old man kneeling, his hands clasped in prayer. Yet nothing beats what comes later in the evening, that special time when late afternoon slips away into night.

A red sea in the sky. The drumming march of a heavenly battle. Dark clouds hiding an alien invasion… or a thunderstorm.

Last Monday you sent me a picture that is the very definition of complementary colours – the blue-violets of the clouds and the yellow-oranges of the setting sun. A full and rich salted egg yolk, framed by a bed of purple yam.

It’s a mooncake sunset, I tell you.

You tell me I must be craving mooncakes, that I must want to eat some.

Only with you, my dearest. Only with you.

Yours, ever and always.