Lighted windows

As I stand on the 20th floor balcony in Hong Kong I see its people swimming like fish in their lighted windows. Men and women enter their kitchens and through the passageway return to the living room, as if they are fish swimming from glass wall to glass wall.

The countless windows with the people inside were an endless list of fish acquariums with tiny glass walls at the end of their physical movement, where they turn back and resume swim to the other glass wall.

Some times the fudgy lights in the distant skyscrapers looked like blazing wild fires lit in the distant blue of mountains .