A Chinese tale tells the story of two lovers who were never able to be together. They are called night and day. In the magic hours of dusk and dawn they touch lightly and meet almost, but it never really happens. If you listen carefully, they say, you would be able to hear their groaning and see the sky redden by their rage. The tale says that the gods were kind enough to grant them a moment of happiness from time to time and therefore would have created solar and lunar eclipse, in which they could love each other. It was about 4.30 am and I was sitting in the yet still cold sand and gazing into... Continue Reading →