Untitled - May 4, 2001 The hours before dawn are eerily silent as the balance between night and day hangs upon a thread. With the twist of a pin, the faint whispers of the early morning sun are seen, chasing away the last remnants of the night just past. As the cool morning air is pushed by the warm breezes, a pale pink is seen from the edge of the world, once more greeting the world as the new day begins.