The sun slowly melted away into the clouds, expelling gold rays of light into the sea. It twinkled bright, coloring the rippling waves with grandeur and profound beauty. The shimmers joyfully skipped from wave to wave, infecting the waters with a golden gleam. It was a sight to behold. Ships of wood and steel floating on liquid gold into the horizon. It was almost like magic. It felt like the first time in many years that the people had seen hope and optimism.
Then the planes came and the water turned red once again.