DEL MORINO
Along the path to the Temple of the Moon Goddess, the branches of tall trees made it difficult to see the silver crescent moon that hung high in the sky.
The smell of flowers that were blooming at night filled the air and the sound of gentle footsteps echoed through the silence. With the murmurs of our entourage behind us, my mother sat beside as she held my hand warmly.
Although the temple has long been a quiet location for prayer and tranquility I felt uneasy tonight. My six year old mind was restless.
Something or someone hiding in the shadows seemed to be observing us as the cart went through the hard route to the temple.
Mother had said that the rocks along the paths might destroy the cars tires.
"Don't worry my son." my mother looked down at me and said with a ge
