The trees danced to the gentle wind, dressed in assorted colours of as much vibrance as the deep blue which occupied the sky. The rocky, white exteriors of the not-so-distant mountains encompassed all. They would have seemed foreign given the warmth in the air, were it not for the cool breeze which accompanied it. The hot sun beamed down on the ground, illuminating the rocks, rivers and wet grass as if they themselves were glowing. I suppose they were, given the sheer joy the environment exuded.