Humble Horizon

The sun was the harbinger of the new day as it rose softly. There would be nothing new, the sun did not promise otherwise. It would only give a little warmth against the cold breeze of the mountains. The sky knew this, so it had cleared its clouds. The horizon line was sharply clear, the air was clear, this modesty came from the sky. The sun would have understood this too, for it had sent a warmth that would melt the snow of the hills. Even the mechanisms of the universe were respectful to each other after unimaginable chaos, but we have never learned this, and we never will.