It was a beautiful summer evening with a smell of jasmine in the air. Fireflies lit up the darkness, but it was the moon that was putting on a show. The moon was full in all of its glory resting just above the calm waters below it. It’s light reflecting off the water brought a shine to everything that was mesmerising. My three year old nephew nestled beside me in my chair and asked, “uncle why does the moon shine?”, and the room seemed to go quiet as if to await my response.