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.
This area truly is beautiful in the winter with the snow and Christmas lights. My mom used to take my sisters and me to Chicago each year at Christmas-time it was truly magical. I will forever remember Christmas-time in Chicago.