I took the following pictures myself - Dawns outside my window, bright and colorful, full of fantasy, as touching as my music, which reminds me of some wonderful sentences from the story The Thirteenth Hour by Kathryn Maslanka:

"The clarinets responded with a low murmur of blushing pink sound. The flutes and piccolos whistled cheerily in emerald green. The tuba rumbled its happy tune while glowing a chocolate brown. All the saxophones joined together in harmony to create a reedy, rusty red. The trombone played a duet in purple with the oboe. The euphonium sounded a clear blue from away in the back of the band. The bassoons sang out in orange. Rising out of the swirl of sound and color shone the silver bell-like tone of the French horns. And then the whole band joined in. Overwhelmed with sound and dizzy with color..”

- JiaqiLIU