Some nights the city will also be filled with stars, like a child running after the fan in the hand of grandmother. The wind is fluttering, the rape field rolls up the golden waves. The cat walked into the sun and lazily lashed. The magpie who made a different roof last year returned, waiting to hear the first cicada. Like the morning dew and starry sky of Riverside Park, the long river in the small town has a special flavor.