I wait till the supermarket is nearly closed, but the moon cake sellers rather pack away the seen-once-a-year pastry than offer them marked down. I give up; I will succumb to one. This evening, under the one full moon, it’ll be one mooncake with one egg yolk and one cup of tea. The singular sensation is really typical of the Mid-Autumn Festival. Chang-Er is all alone in the moon. Her only companion is a rabbit. The lone animal on a desolate star. It’s puzzling why some think this is a very romantic season.