morning glow

Golden sun, orange radiance filling the sky, soft and enveloping. A fog, a haze, a
miasma of gentle light fills the air. The world is tinted; cars, trees, buildings, concrete, tarmac, traffic lights, all overlaid with the warm glow. The buildings on the hill bask in the light, windows catching the rays and flinging them straight back in a reflection of gloriousness. The air is chill but the eyes feel the warmth.