The Skylit Skylight.

Fuzzy as this photograph may be, the penetrating moonbeams have torn their way through the mist and darkness of the night, illuminating my unlit room. On most nights, the moon is pale but tonight, its brightness has eclipsed the silhouette of branches that mar the purity of its glow. Such moments are special because sometimes the additional iota of radiance is just what we really need.

If only it were possible, I would like to bottle these shafts of light, cork it and carry this glowing vial with me wherever I go. Since that is impossible, I have symbolically decided to capture these rays on camera. Yet, what truly matters is that the sanctity of moonlight has fallen upon my eyes- the gateway to one's soul- and this moment will forever reside in me. I have also strangely developed an affinity for the moon, which probably explains why songs like moon river and clair de lune are on perpetual repeat. I guess I could do with a good measure of moonshine right now.

Akin to the random passing of birds that carelessly overlook the ground they fly over, many see but cannot perceive and only the viewer from within the confines of his room will know when his skylight has been located and peered into. Sometimes that may be the only yet unlikely way through.
-Kenneth Wong