Mountains lined up along the horizon to meet the rising sun. The sky painted with streaks of pinks and oranges, the heaven’s beauty breaking through the clouds that lightly misted the skies. Snowy caps glistened as the sunlight touched their surface, soft and gentle like a loving hand. A breeze whispered around the mountain, comforting and familiar, an old friend. Dark crags were given shine as they were illuminated, lighting up like a smile on the mountain’s face. The mountain was calm, content in its place on the earth as a new day was started.