Three moons Over the riverside Path

"I was just ambling along the riverside path after grabbing a late-night dinner, no particular thought in my head, when I looked up. The sky wasn’t dark the way it should be, it was washed in that soft silver glow, and there they were. Three moons, all full, hanging in a loose slanted line, none of them moving. One was the usual pale yellow I knew, the second was milky white, the third had this faint smudged blue edge around it. I stopped dead, thinking I must have rubbed my eyes wrong. A few old folks walking their dogs strolled right past me like it was totally normal, no one even glanced up. I tried to pull out my phone to take a photo, but the screen was just full of blurry black lines, wouldn’t focus at all. I stood there for what felt like ages, craning my neck, waiting for one of them to fade away. Then all of a sudden the blue one dipped low, skimmed the river surface and made a long silver ripple, and I woke up on my couch, the balcony window open, one single regular moon hanging there in the sky. I still can’t shake that weird, unmoored feeling like I left something standing on that path."