Mooncake festivals are always lovely.
When the moon is in full bloom, and darkness falls alone, we go to the playground bearing lanterns, love letters, sparklers, mooncakes (round pieces of yolk in the center apiece). We sit in the darkness illuminated by the soft glow of the lantern, blue, green, pink, yellow and dwell under the madness of the moon, letting it bathe us in its soft luminiscence.
This year was great, we had Lisa, Daniel and the boys over and we lit up tons of lanterns and set about lighting the playground up. This brings back sweet memories of when I was a child, when a much smaller Lisa, Tim, Dan, May Lynn and I ran around the premise to try to set the trees on fire and draw pictures with our sparklers. I miss that, I miss it alot.
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