from the edge of the horizon and dark rose, cream, and even a green ⑧本⑧作⑧品⑧由⑧思⑧兔⑧在⑧線⑧閱⑧讀⑧網⑧友⑧整⑧理⑧上⑧傳⑧
melon color in the sky, Finally, a line of fire and in an instant all the
colors change. The line becomes an arc, the western sky is deepest
deepest blue, and then up comes the sun bringing warmth and light and
color to the green trees and the sky begins to become celestial
blue—celestial just means heavenly, although somehow, I have a
delicious shivery feeling when I say it. The sky becomes a gemlike,
celestial, cerulean blue and the golden sun begins to pour energy, love,
light, and every good thing onto the world.
Who could not be happy to watch this while Stefan held her?
We who are so lucky as to be born into the light—who see it every
day and never think about it, we’re blessed. We could have been born
shadow souls who live and die in crimson darkness, never even knowing
that somewhere there is something better.
44
Elena was wakened by shouting. She’d already once awakened to
unbelievable bliss. Now she was awake again—but surely that was
Damon’s voice. Shouting? Damon didn’t shout!
Throwing on a robe, she went dashing out the door and downstairs.
Raised voices—confusion. Damon was kneeling on the floor. His