and we, humble

Last night began with a snail, long antennae, long tail. Then warm music in a park from a man from Japan. We thanked him and he received.
Always the moon, seen through trees with orange flowers, through high rises with how many rooms and relationships, through lit clouds thinning, running, darkening, thickening.
And we, like the moon, humble.
Giving, receiving, believing. Again.
Photo: Street cones, Tin Hau, Hong Kong