Moonlight was resplendent.
Compared to yesterday, tonight's moon was larger, rounder, and situated above the wilderness, presenting no issues in visibility.
"Is it the middle of the month?"
Bi Fang, with ostrich feathers draped over his shoulders, looked up at the full moon and calculated the time.
Full moons occurred on the 15th or 16th of each lunar month, so by using this knowledge, calculating the solar calendar date was easy; cross-referencing with his memory would yield the precise time.
Dozens of days and nights had passed, crossing grasslands and canyons, but he inevitably returned to the desert. At first glance, the environment around seemed almost unchanged, and sometimes even Bi Fang himself found it difficult to be sure of the current date.
"We set out on June the third, with seventy-seven days left; now it's August the third, and we have sixteen days left, half a month's time."
"That's more than enough."
