Moon hazy, try again later

[muckefuck]

Last night after dinner, we sat on the deck with a view towards the east. Thanks to a co-worker, we had four kinds of mooncake: mung bean, red bean, winter melon, and our favourite, Feida's mixed nut. I brewed pu-erh tea in the fish-shaped yixing pot. In short, we had everything we needed to celebrate the Moon Festival.

Except, of course, the moon.

Clouds on the eastern horizon all evening. Damn. The weather report claimed the sky would clear towards midnight, so I even crept out to check again before turning in. Nothing but a bright spot. At least I got to meet some more nice neighbours. I was almost to the top of the back stairs when I heard someone say "Hello" and leapt out of my skin. There was a woman smoking outside the door of the topmost flat, but because she was sitting next to the stoop, she was completely blocked from sight by the anchoring baluster.

I apologised for disturbing her, but she didn't seem the least put out. "So you came up here just to see the moon? Interesting." I explained to her about the bright orange harvest moons of September and October, but didn't mention the festival. Her presumptive boyfriend, the actual owner of the flat, came to the door and warmly introduced himself. We chatted briefly and before they went in side, the woman said, "Come up any time you want to look at the moon!" Lovely.

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I've never tried to yix tea. Come to think of it, I didn't even know tea should be yixed.