This should come as no surprise. Traces some as fabulously glorious as the Taj Mahal, others no more than heaps of battered masonry still fill the landscape. They are reminders that even though civilizations rise and fall, and people pass on, some things should and do endure. The color has dipped below the balcony. The fog is dissipating.
Light fills the right of the grounds.
All four towers glow to the sunward. It is day. It is dawn. The morning symphony's tonic has been struck. Now, the architectural blossom opens.