Subtle Edge of the Moon

It says "中秋"

Thank goodness this years' Moon cake Festival falls on a Sunday. We get to go back to our hometown to celebrate it, though we weren't thrilled with the 'attendance', not that there was an agreement to begin with. The neighbours with their barbecue dinner left us envious.

There were so many mooncakes this year! What we really needed was more mouths.

As is our tradition, we would light the house porch with candles, letting each flame eat up the darkness of night with every flicker of its tongue. The moon glowed like nothing you've ever seen before, veiled by a misty linen shawl as white as magnolia.

See that moonshine down there? My Photoshop skills aren't good yet---It's up to Melissa to instruct me after the big battle.

Our pride and joy came from the candlelit heart we had worked on for so long. After all that painful toil, wax burns, that is, we stood to watch our masterpiece dancing across the surface of the ground.

Unfortunately we lacked lanterns this year, there were too few people around. Next year then, next year we'll make it as grand as what they are doing on the other side of the fence.

There's something silently wonderful about candles with their fiery top. The photos always turn out to be a beauty, at the right angles. Candle photos never go wrong. I like the one below, in particular.

Thousands of candles can be lighted from a single candle, and the life of the candle will not be shortened. Happiness never decreases by being shared.

~Buddha