I want to confess that the full moon is my favorite topic, and the feeling of cold and light frost is my main dream under the pouring sun of Israeli August. Fragile, delicate flowers make their way by exploding the ice crust and reach for the beautiful, full moon. The air seems to be filled with light aroma and ringing.
The valley is filled with rustling and chimes, and the majestic and beautiful Moon rises above all this great man.