The moon is a massive mirror hanging in the sky. I wonder if anyone ever tells the earth to look at its own reflection in that mirror.
If you placed the moon in your pocket, it wouldn't emit any silvery beams because it's not a source of luminescence.
When in darkness, ask for stars. They may be small, but they burn with their own light.
Moonlight is like lace, arcing through darkened tree branches.
Heard this evening: "the moon the day after Mid-Autumn -- the 2nd day -- is actually the roundest and brightest." Just like brunch the next day, lazy day, after a night of revelry and festivities. This moon has no pressing matters to attend to: it can lounge in its chair with a book of short stories and a tray of celestial mimosas. Hours drift past, an open horizon. This moon tilts its head with a contented expression. This moon arches its back. This moon rolls over and yawns. It spreads across the sky.
-- Random #中秋節 thoughts.