“This was her special time, this early part of the day when the sun was just about to creep over the horizon. It was a brand new day in which anything could happen.”
“Magic waited for me in the morning dew of this brand new day. And silence sang, so soft and low. It touched my sun dappled skin and kissed my parted lips.”
“...there is no greater joy than to have an endlessly changing horizon, for each day to have a new and different sun.”
“She missed him the days when some pretext served to take him away from her, just as one misses the sun on a cloudy day without having thought much about the sun when it was shining.”
“As long as the sun has not set on a day, anything can happen.”
“She had never expected anything special to just happen to her. Her plan for life was to get out there and make special things happen, which was a much more sensible plan from a probability point of view.”