Sunrise Kisses over Snowy Peaks As dawn unfolds its golden breath, the first light caresses the frozen crowns of distant mountains—soft and tender, like a whispered promise. The snow glows in hues of blush and amber, each peak blushing beneath the sun's gentle touch. Mist curls lazily in the valleys, rising like sighs of sleep turning into day. It’s a moment where warmth meets frost, where the world inhales light for the first time—silent, sacred, and fleeting as a kiss upon winter’s brow.