The beginning of time.

In the time glowing, cratered moon began its seeming rise from the sea, casting a prism of light across the slowly darkening water, splitting itself into a thousand different parts, each more beautiful than the last. At exactly the same moment, the sun was meeting the horizon in the opposite direction, turning the sky red and orange and yellow, as if heaven above had suddenly opened its gates and let all its beauty escape its holly confines. The ocean turned golden silver as the shifting colours reflected off its water rippling and sparkling with the changing light, the vision glorious, almost like the beginning of time.

'Nicholas Sparks'