The day dawned dim and murky, the color of an English tea. The rain had passed, leaving behind dew-drop children for the birds to frolic with. The trees gathered them all, shepherds of the forest, sentries of the wild. The sun hid behind it’s blanket of clouds, sleeping still, desirous of five more minutes. Amidst this slumbering world was the heavy-handed happy optimism of life. Shining even when the sun hides. Crisp, cool air fills voracious lungs, and the earth begins to smile.