The crowd swirls around us as we strolled down the waterfront. Our fingers loosely intertwine, her left hand in my right. The breeze teases our hair, playfully stirring them into dance. I can feel her slight intake of breath from an abrupt gust of cold. The lights of Hong Kong glitter from across the water.

We pick a relatively isolated spot along the waterfront walkway, straddling the railings so they double as metallic seats. The view of Victoria Harbour is unfettered, if a tad foggy. We wait for the music to begin, for the electric rainbow opposite to pulse. Our hands are still lightly clasped. The salty sea breeze capriciously refreshes, then nips, but never too cold for discomfort. Across a city of lights, accompanied by the chug and occasional horn of ferries, with the waves lapping at our feet, I know a moment of perfect contentment.