The songs of birds awaken the sleeping giant. On an ancient blue painting, light filters through the cracks of the endless canvas that continues to shine in its age. The companion of night, a wall of silence, crumbles away again. It is always quiet in the darkness, except for subtle sounds so minute to the wall that they are ignored. Trees stretch their limbs along the ground as well as into the air, disappearing into the coolness. Soon, all will awake and the seconds will move towards another night.
