Though this may not be the first sunrise she has witnessed in the new city, there was something magical about this particular dawn in the making.
Everything that looked dark and dismayed in the night, look bright and welcoming. The sun rose up a few degrees only to hide and snooze into the dark clouds. It seemed like the rain drops were out to do their jobs like some disciplined chores of a factory employee.
She stood there, lit the first cigarette of the day and looked at the golden lining behind the clouds which looked more mesmerising and magical than the silver linings of the past.