Up until now, my first dates have been during the day. So, I thought that visiting the Japanese Light Show would make a remarkable first night-time date. The Japanese Light Show is in the Botanical Gardens and it so happened that the amazing Mosaic exhibition was going on. Unless, you have a season’s pass, the price is pretty hefty to get in and I didn’t find it fair to ask a date to fork out twenty-five dollars as entrance fee. So, I went date-less. I felt a bit like a movie scout searching for good filming locations.
In order to reach the Japanese Gardens, I passed by some of the mosaics, and in particular one of my favorites, The Red-crowned Crane.
The Red-crowned crane mosaic, tells the true story of a young Chinese woman in the late 1980’s who traveled to the Yangcheng Nature Reserve to care for cranes. While trying to save an injured crane she slipped into a swamp. The crane was saved but she died. Touching the hearts of thousands of Chinese people, a song was composed to pay tribute to this girl.
Beautiful, isn’t it?
Onward to my scouting plan. It wasn’t quite sunset when I reached the gardens so I roamed around towards the light show passing by some beautiful Japanese art.
There were plenty of couples holding hands or arms around each which made me envious. That’s what I want. This is what all these first dates are about. Leading to a second, third and finally a relationship. Instead it was me and my camera which I had quite a bit of problems with. By now the sun had set and I had a difficult time maneuvering the buttons on it. Taking a photo was, excuse the pun, a shot in the dark and so a lot of my photos came out pretty badly.
Still, I think, I managed to capture the essence of this light show. I was lucky because there was a full harvest moon out that evening,
which reminded me of a line from Neil Young’s Harvest Moon: Let’s go out and feel the night.
Feel the night. The night that evening for me felt serene, romantic, peaceful, stunning, and hopeful. All qualities of a great first date. Or second or third date. Or any date.
I imagined myself walking there with a man whom I was, if not crazy about, at least dangerously attracted to. The garden had that kind of poetic quality to it.