Through the window I see the morning, warming up slowly like a toast that promises nutrition and flavors, rising up to the world. It has come after a long night and its golden hue, bathed up with cries of young children, is urging beings, like a lover come over from a long journey, to get up and notice. Somewhere the green on the leaves is breaking into yellow, and while bringing more colors to the universe, the sunlight is boasting of what her absence could do to the trees.