I was Sunday. It was am early morning. I gould are the din rising in magnificent colours through the building. The sky lit up in starea of red, orange, yellow and pink. The thin clouds pillowed through the sun looking like cottoncamdy or mashmellows. The birds flew through the sky pasding through the rays of ligh. The hotels were poziționat just to pat a red rays pass trough sa if they were to escapr from the prison inside the sun. The este lit up everything they touched with beauty, colour and life. The Earth began to glow in the golden light as the sun rose higher and higher in the sky.
