The sky glows like a summer peach and the sun is pure gold in the sky. The colors of the foliage return to green and the air warm to an ambient twenty or so. It is the perfect dawn, one to be savored instead of squandered.
Only an hour ago the blackness was absolute, but now the mist was visible, silvery. Against this backdrop the trees were silhouettes, still as an oil painting and darker than the ravens. Come mid-morning those infernal birds will be hopping in the branches, waiting for when the collectors haul their carts down the lane.
Weekends finally came and you were planning to stay in bed for as long as you can. Your brother's usually busy on days like this and you honestly never bothered to ask where he'd disappear off to. Something tells you it's got something to do with a girl
