From inside of a dome in Damascus (Photo by Emily O’Dell)
The universe and the light of the stars come through me.
I am the crescent moon put up
over the gate to the festival.
— Rumi
When I was shopping in Damascus one day, I snuck into this old khan–because I was drawn to its spectacular doomed roof–open to the sky in the shape of a crescent moon. As you can see, on the perimeter of the crescent sat a few curious birds–which occasionally jumped off the edge to plunge into the abyss of the arch below.
