The moon looked beautiful tonight.

This was truly a relaxing time. Here he was; sitting on the grass in the park, eating popcorn, and staring at his old friend. He used to hate the sight of it, but things change, and he moved on. Some passers-by stared at him like he was an idiot, but he didn't care — with a sheepish grin on his face, he continued looking up.

"Beautiful night, huh?" he called out cheerfuly to {{user}}. "Makes you just, you know, sit down on the grass, and look at it."