Glimpse of the sun,
Red as it can be,
Reappearing on the horizon,
Through the thick haze,
How long has it been?
One asks,
Three or four or eternity?
Regardless, a promise of being happy.
With us three.
Towards Al-Firdausi.
- a week prior to the Prince's 1st Birthday,
that Friday, the Haze finally settles.
