The mauves and the magentas, the cobalts and the indigos. The night sky over Bangkok when the sun has barely set. The silhouettes of buildings we recognise, always, but never knew the names to. The traffic in the streets below – Ratchadaphisek, Asok Montri, Wireless – neverending like this adventure we’ve been on, living and flourishing here. Except all good things come to an end, don’t they? But we will ever remember this skyline and we promise to return.
