C1658 Light of a watery dawn

The singing of the warbler was ethereal and penetrating, like a ray of light from a dark cloud that filled the sky.

At first, the light was very faint, like a thin line of sky, ready to be covered by the clouds, but the light seemed to have some kind of magical power, bit by bit, strong, brave, and it began to break through the mist, until the crevice grew larger and larger