The sky glows yellow and reflects light from the sun, after it has gone below the horizon.
The air is still, and full of flying creatures, all on their way to find a place to rest for the night.
I rise, gently, to a height where the sun can be seen in the distance, as the Earth turns and a new day begins, on her other side.
Peace mingles in the yellow light. Particles of golden possibility dance in the stratum and carry off all of the bitterness and discontent that weigh me down. My mind is left free to wander to sanguine places.