The sunrise was beautiful as always as he sat on his back porch next to her empty rocking chair. The breeze smelled of flowers and freshly cut grass as it so often did. Though he missed her, and though he felt as if watching the sunrise without her was somewhat wrong, he was content. Sighing gently he brought a hand up to run through his sliver hair, blinking worn vortex eyes as the sun slowly crept up from behind the mountains.