Freshly bathed

The night oblivious under its blanket of stars, woke up to see a colourful pattern of waves instead. 

The buildings became lighthouses reaching out beacons of golden light into the sea. 

Few waves serene rippled quietly. Few wanted to play and roar, but the sea hushed, tried to cajole the greying sky - gratifyingly drawing its spreading rosy smiles.. 

the clouds heavily pregnant lazily watched across the horizon.. this celestial play happening for their eyes. 

The trees freshly bathed, bloomed like never before.. shedding all flowers and leaves hoarded and hard to let go.. 

a rainbow streaked across in jubilation, tickling the senses into wondrous dreamscapes, and squeals of hopeful awe at the infinite magic breathed within a moment.