Once again, I’ve dreamed, dreamed of sunrise…

“I have been waiting the whole night to say goodbye to the moon as the warming sunlight of a new day appears on the horizon, behind one of the lush, fertile hills near my grandmother’s house. I am seven years old in my dream, and there, among the hills swathed in indigo flowers that offer their grace and elegance to the first light, I am standing on the edge of the universe. Just a few small steps forward, the sun burns in all its glory. And as newborn clouds gather to greet the day sky wore its SAFRANÉE clothes, I know it is the TASTE OF SUNRISE flavored in my dream.”

Once again, I’ve dreamed, dreamed of sunrise…