It may not have been until I started living near a river that I felt the effects of the phases of the moon so clearly.

It was a rainy January. When the first moon and heavy rain coincide, the riverside walkway disappears under water.

The boundary between what you touch and what you see becomes ambiguous.
Whenever I see this scenery, I can't help but stop.

Before I wake up, I remember feeling like a little bit of dream mixed with reality.

What brought me back to reality was the lively sound from the opposite shore.
I could see someone dancing.
It's a small but peaceful evening that I don't want to forget to be grateful for.