Last evening was the Harvest Moon. We went for a walk in the park and (to our surprise) saw a bunch of children--mostly Chinese, but a mix--placing candles in the water. Then we rounded the bend and saw a huge, red moon hanging low in the bluegray sky. I did a Moon Salutation; G. was too self-conscious to join me in that, but he enjoyed looking at the moon.

If only I knew where to get a moon cake outside of the city. A sticky sweet cake with a whole egg yolk in the middle--sort of gross, but also really yummy. (I guess that's why the Chinese only eat them once a year!)