5 clock, winter time, I was in a golf course and just reached the 11th tee. A bit worried that I cannot finished 18 holds before it was getting dark entirely. When I turned around, a half transparent moon was climbing up. The weak moonlight warmed up the house with a golden gleam. It was so peaceful and isolated. My attention on golf was totally distracted, but felt it was so luck to stay late that day and run into the moon.