THE MORNING in the countryside slowly unfolds, a gentle awakening of the day as the light creeps over the horizon, chasing the shadows of the night. The morning in the countryside contrasts with the morning in the city. Instead of the sounds of the screech of tires, the blare of horns, the chatter of the people from the outside, Dawn heard the chorus of birdsongs filling the air, the scent of the damp earth, the distant sound of the animals — lowing of cows from the nearby small ranch and the occasional c**k-a-doodle-doo — add to the peaceful ambiance of the day.
Dawn sat up and stretched her hand. She climbed off the bed and walked towards her window. She pushed the curtains aside and opened her window. The sunlight illuminated her room. She closed her eyes as she heard the gentle breez
