The birds are silhouettes against the orange scene.
They swiftly glide through the calm breeze showing off the variety of colors painted on their feathers. The birds swoop and do tricks in mid-air reassured that their wings would hold them fast.
The mountains are delineation against a crimson sky and the air smells of the ocean.
There is something about the dawn that makes each new day such a gift, eases it in gently, unwrapping the world anew.
By contrast, waking later in the day feels like rudeness, the sun already high, bright, and hot.
At this time of day, the air is cool and damp, I could go to an all day spa and not be so refreshed, so recharged.
After wandering for about five minutes or so, I finally spot the figure I've been searching for. Even from afar, Jia radiates war
