Tonight at ten, while walking the dogs to the end of the street, a wash of warm golden light stopped me in my tracks.
My neighbors had built a sukkah. Strings of tiny lights hung from its roof, their warm glow slipping through the gaps in the palm leaves, while songs and laughter drifted from inside. Today was the first day of Sukkot, and it also fell on Friday evening, Shabbat—no wonder it was so lively.
I stood beneath the streetlight for a while. I could not understand the lyrics, but I understood that kind of joy—the joy of family gathered together to eat, sing, and give thanks for the harvest.
As it happens, today is also our Mid-Autumn Festival. One is Sukkot, one is Mid-Autumn; the names are different, but the dates met, and even their meanings met: gratitude for the harvest, family reunion, and prayers for peace.
Different cultures, different faiths—yet when we look up, we see the same moon. Tonight it was large and round, hanging above the palm trees, so bright that even the streetlights seemed unnecessary.
I thought of Psalm 133: “Behold, how good and how pleasant it is for brethren to dwell together in unity!”
Tonight, the end of our street looked exactly like that verse.
Happy Mid-Autumn Festival. Shabbat Shalom. May the moonlight reach you too, and may the people you love be by your side. 🌕