All is still and dark. Infinite pinpricks of light dot the dark expanse above me. The Sun peeks over the horizon, turning the navy blue blanket of night into a golden mist that surrounds my very soul. A semicircle of molten color slips into the scene, and the gold turns into the warm pink of a rose in the height of its bloom. Then the heavens become soft, tangible lavender hue. Now the sun is fully visible in its glory, and above me is a cheery robin's egg blue. The air smells as fresh as it must have been on the day it was created. A new day has been born.