Living only for the moment, turning our full attention to the pleasures of the moon, the snow, the cherry blossoms and the maple leaves; singing songs, drinking wine, diverting ourselves in just floating, floating; ... refusing to be disheartened, like a gourd floating along with the river current: this is what we call the floating world... - Asai Ryōi

Midnight Dancer
Oh, i must have tired myself rendering heaps of strokes. It is almost midnight. City lights have flickered and vanished. Shadows crept by the dying light only to fall back to the arms of darkness. All the murmurs of the day have faded and been forgotten as the world comes to a hush. Above, the full moon floats like a ballerina dancing majesticaly into the night.