A glaze of morning light.
Not baked. Bloomed.
Pastel blue, soft rose, and sunlit yellow: each hue melting into the next,
tempered to the kind of delicacy that feels like sugar candy, a treat too awaited to touch, too tender to last.
A rush of joy that leaves the air tasting like color.
This is pleasure in its most delicate form.
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