No dim foggy city sun cast a sullen glance at the landscape.

The sun stood in the zenith of a sky of the deepest azure, like a flaming, sparkling, dazzling meteor.

Still its heat was not oppressive.
On the mesa above the Rito a fresh wind was blowing.

The shrubbery was gently moved by the breeze.

A faint rushing sound was heard, like distant waves surging back and forth.