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the mid-autumn festival. the day when children walk around with silly lanterns and parents give each other moon-cakes (previously described).

the night should be clear and the sky should be immaculate. the moon should be fully shining like a beacon, a torch. the clouds should move away for one night and we should all walk around without the aid of artificial light. tonight we are not that lucky. i am sure that a full moon lurks above the clouds. it stands there defiantly shining. it wants to burst through the thick cover but it can not. it is frustrated. it is nihilistic. this is its special night and it missed the party because a few thousand feet of solidified water vapours got in its way.

the children are still around holding their terrible lanterns. the streets are still packed and lights are strung in every place imaginable. the traffic is heavy and people still give each other moon cakes as gifts. the sky is grey and the wind blows sharply. rain drizzles down at a terribly violent angle. we have no moon but we still celebrate.