The bright red light of the street lamps keeps flickering through the leaves of cherry trees covered in sweet red fruit.
The sky looks like it is waking up from a long sleep, dark orange mixed with gentle light blue is spilling all over the horizon, slowly lifting the dark indigo clouds up, like it is a huge duvet, higher and higher, until the clouds eventually leave the sky for good.
I never thought that the saying that the darkest hour is just before the dawn is true, but now I see it is: even though the sun is slowly rising, I couldn’t see anything, if it weren’t for the street lamps.
The dark orange is red now. This is beautiful.