The sun ascended and spread its golden pink rays across the plains, valleys, hills, and mountains.  They warmed the surfaces and teased the liquid diamonds on the waters.  The sun renewed the farms with its playful rays peeking between verdant vegetation and lifeless structures.  And when they touched the steel and glass of the metropolises, the golden pink turned to silvery white.

It was a happy land, as most worlds go.  Subjective in interpretation, its inhabitants embraced happiness fitting to his own understanding.  What one happy person embraced, might as well be what another distained.

Yet, it was a happy land.

©2022, excerpt from “Tales from Dawn”