The moon. Radiant, bright, so far away, and yet it belongs to everyone.
The moon. It has been put to both practical and poetic uses in the history of humankind.
Before clocks were invented, people used to tell the passage of time by the moon. In ancient Malay lands, people calculated the journey of the months by purnama, the cycle of the full moon.
During the Chinese Mooncake Festival, people savored mooncakes filled with lotus seeds and sipped tea under the light of the moon.
Each time I look at the moon, its beauty is afresh and anew. Maybe it’s telling me, telling humanity, this is how we should see each day.
The moon. A luminous beauty, shedding its radiance on every pair of eyes that sees it, and asking nothing in return.