Day rages its war against Night just like everyday before. It will win. But this triumph will be different. What makes this victory so special? Is it te chirping of a thousand birds? No. Is it the whistling of the ever-changing wind? No. Is it the remainder of a sweet winter chill that hangs against my skin? No. It is the sun itself; young and new. Brilliantly yellow Brilliantly free Brilliantly oursAll Rights Reserved