The town seemed to be parallel to the falling autumn leaves. Calm and gentle. The town seemed to correspond to the breeze. Silent and almost hidden. The town seemed to reply to the tenderness of the season. The stars calmly floated up into the sky as the half-moon climbed after them like a mother with kids, but with billions of them. The moon and the stars sat kindly next to each other, enjoying each other's company. It was just them, the autumn leaves and the stars.