They light giant lanterns and let them float into the sky. They write their wishes on the lanterns for the winds to send them up to the heavens. Blessed with a touch of faith for safe travels.
It’s a pretty sight. Poetic, lyrical, surreal. Giant fire-birds that grow smaller and smaller the higher they go. Till the sky overhead is sprinkled with hopes, with wishes, with forever dreams.
Until the paper lanterns burn away. My wishes will come true like a phoenix that rises from its ashes. The hope that endures beyond the refiner’s fire comes out more brilliant, more intense.
It is believing that brightness will still come, even when all the lights are out.