As the warrior regained his composure from memories of the past in his sleep - as he pulled himself back into the present - a sight awaited him. How had he not seen it before? How had he not noticed that the time of dawn had come along until now? How could dread of what was done distract him so from what was now? The father light, the sun, was beginning a new day and, in its first available light, the world was portrayed as a truly splendid thing. So, as the earth's morning air adopted a golden haze, the warrior felt his misery melt away to be replaced by inspiration. He had found out that there was beauty to be found in reality, after all. There was some hope for the future.
Excuse this cheesy bit here but I couldn't help myself. I love to write. I look at landscape pics like this and get inspired. Thank you for inspiration. This is an EPIC snapshot. You deserve a huge round of applause.
The colors are fantastic and I can smell the frsh cool air!