Last night, Raine and I were watching the moon. He now calls it moon instead of “ball”– which for the last couple of months the term he uses to refer to anything round – yes! including the moon.
I don’t know what is it about the moon that makes every kid (even adults!) go ga-ga when it’s full? If there’s any truth to the local folklores, the full moon is also the time for the “aswangs” and “manananggals” to go out and hunt for blood. When I was growing up (in bicol), where streetlights were not yet provided at that time: the moon served as our nightlight and a big excuse so we kids in the neighborhood could play patintero until we all drop.
Well whatever it is: may it be aswangs or lovers gone crazy, or moods and temperaments we lost control of…at least,we can always blame it on the full moon!
So there I was, sitting on the front porch with my moonchild: I know I will never be gazing at the moon alone anymore.