the moon outshines the golden pavillion

The golden pavillion at sunset
Only a smattering of visitors taking selfies
We lit incense for the year to come

Blessing our families in the form of paraffin wax candles which we lit and left shivering in the breeze: you hope that the prayer keeps on praying after you walk away

The big old moon caught us by surprise in the car park, much brighter than the golden pavillion, just hanging out in a pink grey cloudless sky