I love that on a night when I feel wholly unsettled, I can arrive in Tung Chung and instead of going home, I can buy an ice cream from the 7-Eleven and take a walk alone at 1:30 in the morning alongside the water. Aside from the man who was fishing with his daughter on the ferry pier, there was no one on the stretch of path by the ocean. Behind the mountains was a bit of light, probably from the airport. The cable cars were completely still, which was eerie, and on the far side they looked like strung red lights. At the end of the path where the tree leaves feel thick (my favorite spot), it was dark and fog was hovering over the water.