But to every night must come an end and this one was no other exception upon that rule whatsoever. While the moon lowered itself with an unusual calm behind the hills, the sun came and did its turn over the eastern horizon. To shine down upon the land. The skies turned from their black and dark blue coloring into a much more pleasant red one mixed with a hint of orange in between. The clouds that hung in the skies were something that broke the pattern by appearing pinkish of color as the light traveled through them. An ordinary day some could have called it, and must would.