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.
The Moon Effects Us MORE than you think. I am under the spell of the moon as if she was my guidance. To love and to live by her power and the darkness of the night, I trust! I wait for her…tomorrow she is a full moon!