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.
I like how this photo has so much too it even though it is just a bridge. The sky is really interesting with the rays of light coming through the clouds and how the bridge looks like it goes on forever