Alone with the Autumn Moon September 29, 2012

I waited for the full moon to hoist itself above the evening’s low-lying mist, eager to look upon it and reflect on family who are far away.  The festival of the autumn moon is an Asian tradition, one I have shared each year with my Chinese-born daughter.  Alas, this year Annie, too, is distant, and I stand alone in the fragrant field, thinking of her.