A gracious dawn of a serene place
It was a kind of morning that a person with an average mind could easily get content. The sound of small bells flying at the top and the whisper of the brezze that teased the hairs gave me a perfect sense of a morning.
It is ,in fact, not a beginning of a day that comes to us at most of the sun rise. It is the truth of the life that lures us with a dance of leaves before weathering a stormy gale.