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What better way is there to celebrate the autumnal moonlight viewing in Tokyo (中秋の名月 – chushu no meigetsu) than by watching golfers at a driving range? The manner in which they send their small white offerings off into the night sky is an elegant practice and I think that the moon appreciates this, welcoming the golf balls like a duck receiving its returning ducklings. Circling behind the driving range I make my way up to the screened windows and peer at the golfers from just feet away. I accompany each of their swings with a hushed imitation of a duck quack.