The silent morning opens its mouth at the dawn and the slanting rays of the yellow sun warm its supple skin. Surely but silently, the apricity of the sun flows through every atom of her being warming and simmering her emotions by every single fleeting moment. This is a moment of revelation. This is a moment of recognition. Slanting rays piercing through the thick trees fall on the chequered floor of my apartment. There sits a sense of realization in the deep crevices of her mind that the fading light of the day, as the sun hides in the warm bosom of the night, is nothing more than a remembrance of the fact that love is never too far beyond our reach and there exists another day, another moment waiting for you to embrace with open arms.