"Tonight's the night! The moon is specially bright!", said my new wheelchair bound friend, M.
He went down the rail very excitedly.
(Later I learnt that it was actually very risky of him to go down that way, at that speed)
I followed him.
We both looked up the sky but couldn't find the moon.
We were surrounded by very tall buildings.

He continued his search while I stayed behind.
I was very astounded by his enthusiasm.
I,with full mobility didn't have any in me to 'chase' the moon.

As I watched him from afar, I felt terribly ashamed, and guilty.
I can't explain it, but in my head, the words came... "I'm so... sorry."

Miles away, an FB friend posted this pic .
M didn't get to see the moon on his quest that night.