I was doing laundry this late Sunday afternoon. When the washing machine sounded off that the drying’s done, I looked up the sky to see if there’s any sign of rain coming. Instead I saw the moon dotting the orange, cottony clouds, looking small in its crescent phase, as if growing bigger as night fell. I sat there looking at what I’d call the laundry moon, wondering how many like me on earth are staring that way. I then whispered a prayer to thank the heavens for continuing to bless us with its wonderful nature.