“It was morning, and the new sun sparkled gold across the ripples of a gentle sea.”
“But for your eyes. Green as spring grass, and sparkling like dew in the morning sun.”
“Across the sea of space, the stars are other suns.”
“The castle grounds were gleaming in the sunlight as though freshly painted; the cloudless sky smiled at itself in the smoothly sparkling lake, the satin-green lawns rippled occasionally in a gentle breeze: June had arrived.”
“The morning was on fire as the sun rose, seemingly from the ocean depths. The great, glowing orb came to the surface and set the horizon aflame. Many minutes passed, and it floated fully into the sky to light the day and gently warm the sea below.”
“You knows dat in New Orleans is not morning 'til dee sun come up.”