Sunrise

Silence. Silver frost covers the rolling landscape. The sky is pale with unseen light. You leave wet footprints as you climb the hillside. You pause, looking across the valley, and kneel on the frozen grass. You wait. Ice melts and soaks your skin. You do not notice. All around is quietness, stillness; all is waiting in the ethereal silence of unborn morning. Across the valley you sense a glimmer. The sky lightens gradually; you scarcely notice. A bird trills lightly as deep violet gives way to rose. Golden rays peek over the rims of the valley. It has come. Sunrise.