A million little suns floating up to the moon.
That’s what the people of the small town gazed up at on that fifteenth day in the first month of the year. Each flickering light enveloped by its fortuitous red orb hovered toward the great unknown whilst representing both an ancient history and a modern wish. With the onset of the new year, each wide-eyed citizen let go of their past selves and welcomed in their new beings with open, expectant arms.
Young people wandered the streets with roving eyes, reminiscing on the early days of their town’s history, when the youth were led through the narrow, dusty streets by matchmakers in hopes of finding love. These teenagers still clung to their bright lanterns, silently praying the long-standing symbolism of good luck and hope would withstand the centuries. Perhaps there was a chance for them, too.
The people yearned for love.
They wished for happiness.
They prayed for peace in their children’s hearts.
They desired money to maintain their families.
They dreamed of a career they could wake up excited for.
They wanted to travel the world beyond the walls of the town.
They hungered for a life that perhaps would never be, but waited patiently for it nonetheless.
Moat of all, on this dark and clear night, while a million little suns floated up to an expectant pregnant moon, the people of the town hoped for a future as bright as their lanterns.