As the sun continued to gradually rise, it encouraged the dew into a mist, thickening and pinkening under the morning sun. It appeared as though the Castle was floating upon cotton candy clouds, as if a magical fairytale...
The mist danced slowly upon the breeze, brushing the castle as it drifted by. In the distance, bird's song, sheep's baas and cow's moos filled the air, whilst the steady stream of people going to work caused a low buzz of engines. What a wonderful day it would be...
