Absolute Morning

First, its hinted glint tinged the Venetian Blinds like a timid child. Slowly its emboldened gleam permeated the obscure room dispelling night’s cryptic rule. Second, it beamed a brilliant column of sun, glaring through blinds and reflecting against the back wall. Its gradual growing glow bled through cracks and corners of the windows, flooding the room with the brilliant blaze. Finally, the dawn was declared as the golden rapture hollowed out the slightest shadows and took over. Its light became the dominant force defining the new day, the absolute morning.