Watching the sun rise over the place where I live was a very peaceful sight.
I read somewhere that the artists call the twilight hour the color hour;I never understood why.. But now, I do.
Imagine yourself as you stand on the terrace of your house, a light cool breeze plays with your hair making it blow, the sky's all dark,with a few stars twinkling here and there.
And as you watch the previously pitch black sky gets a light blue ray of light;like an artist's stroke of light blue paint over a black color canvas. The long dead stars that are still visible burn even more brightly at this time and just as you're watching, a few more rays appear dancing in the sky. You hear the birds chirp in the background but all your attention is diverted towards the scene that is playing in front you. The light blue rays, combine with the other rays of different colors; mauve,dark purple,dark blue,yellow,orange and many others, combining into a perfect blur. Then suddenly the yellow color takes over the sky with the orange highlights and the stars disappear, their glow overpowered by the magical glow of the sun.
You can see some birds fly here and there which is weird-- since they're aren't a lot of birds here.
Then, from behind the silhouetted figure of the houses in front you, the big ball of light appears,illuminating the streets of Askari XVI that look just ordinary during the day.
And that Is when vans,busses, and cars rumble on the streets as life continues the way it must-- The way it does. Unaware of the beauty that rises and sets everyday.