18 September 2012
The sun creeps over the dark horizon. Spreading gold across the sky. The woods and fields start to bustle onward with the busyness of life.
The dreaming spires which slumbered softly. Beneath the canopy of night. Burst forth in shining splendour. With each increment of light.
And now. The sun still climbing. Bringing in the warmth of day. Bask in this autumnal sunshine. Make the most of the sunlit hours.
For with each new sunrise surely follows the close of day.
Sunrise • Opuss № I