By then stars started to twinkle upon the evening sky and river water was gleaming in the shimmery light of the moon. The silver moon beam was coming clearly through the exiguous opening of the window of the shack.
This is my favourite haunt and this is my favourite time of the year because I can see the full round moon. Every time I come this place I lodge this broken hut. I came out to the lawn with my guitar; this reminds me of my past days that will never come back, never ever! I can still see her keeping me company that night right here right this place. Everything is just the same, the same sky, the same weather, the same moon, same breeze from the same direction but she is missing.