A girl steers her warship, watching the sun rise above the clouds. Being alive means she can watch the sun rise again and again, and not fear the waters. She smiles.
A boy stands with his mother and father near a cherry tree, looking up at the sky as dawn breaks. He's tired, but happy. His mother squeezes his hand, and he squeezes back.
A person stands in a meadow with her husband. She has a bracelet with a jurda flower decoration on her wrist, and wild geraniums in her hands. She watches the sky change colour, and reflexively moves her hands. Something comes alive at her touch, something that matches the heavenly body that signals a new day. Light.
THE END