My first day in Kyoto was overcast, with rain, and more tiny little viscious mosquitos than I had planned on!
I knew it was the full moon out there, behind the cloudcover. I thought I would not see it until the waning in the days to come. I like it either way, but I had known that I would be in Kyoto for the November full moon and I was anxious to see it. Of course, this is not an important thing. It’s just one of my quirks. My desires often come in strange guises.
I woke, as is normal for me these days, at 3:00 a.m. A soft light came through the paper window screens. After taking a glass of water, I began slowly walking the floor, the tatami in this case. It is a relaxing habit. After a time I began, “soto voce,” to speak the names of persons who are important to me; same people in the same order so that I won’t forget anyone. The names change over time. Some I will always speak
I remembered the moon and slid open the screen. There she was, coming and going through the thin cloud layer. “Hello, moon. So good to see you!”
Autumn In Japan 