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The sun was just rising; its feeble light trickled through the window, fractured into myriad rainbows by the intricate whorls and fingers of ice on the frosty pane. Slowly, as if languishing every moment, gentle sunlight basked the land in a golden hue. Peace, bliss and affection oozed out of it - an overwhelming feeling of acceptance. A pool of crimson and gold spilled across the horizon, hurling shafts of glorious light on the grateful crowds below. It was stunning.
Artist-like trickery showed off a serene sky: cobalt blue depths, cerulean outlines to the few white clouds, a sapphire halo around the sun. Beneath, a watcher might rest their eyes and see the sea, stretched out in lazy ripples, in a reflection of an idyllic day.
I stood up, gazing over a glowing land as rich and red as the morning light that now illuminated it fully.