Remember summer evenings lying in the grass looking up at the moon? I have done this so many times that, if I can remember, I can guess exactly where the moon will appear each night, once again, only if I choose to remember.
As the edge of the moon touched the top of the waterfall the cascade turned the color of the pale yellow moon. Slowly the light touched the river and began to flow down the river. He watched, pensive, as his cloak flapped int he light breeze.