Birds awoke in the morning and tweeted harmoniously as the sun was poking out from under the horizon. It rose in a slow fashion, yet formed a gorgeous arc, painting the dull sky with streams of reds and yellows. It illuminated the whole environment, making characterless objects spring to life. The morning dew on the grass glistened like diamonds and the odd middle aged exercisers, jogged through the pathways.
George laid in his bed, unaware of the serene setting unfolding outside his bedroom window. …
