His beautiful eyes were shining under the moonlight, his hands were in his pockets, he was standing alone, as if he was drowning in the great ocean of his mind. He was looking far away, at the raging but mysterious sea. You stood next to him, but neither of you uttered a word, the sound of your minds lost in the pleasant but awkward silence. The clouds moved away and the full moon came into view.

"The moon is beautiful, isn't it?"