Hope- because even in the worst of times, there's always something to look forward to. Sometimes Kakashi thinks it's all too much- he has loved and lost far too many times in his life. Sometimes all it takes is one magical moment to make all the pain worthwhile.
Dawn was a beautiful thing. Soft, golden light that somehow managed to give the world more clarity than the harshest noon. A crystal sky, so blue it almost hurt, sending a message of fierce joy flashing through the hearts of man and beast alike. Plants, glistening with night-dew, sparking a thousand multi-hued fires in the souls of their lesser brethren as they swayed in the gentle caresses of Zephyr. It uplifted the spirit, brought hope with the promise of a new day, clarity in the silence as everything paused for a moment- just a moment- to breathe, to rejoice in the simple pleasure of living. Dawn was a magical thing. And sometimes, on days especially blessed by the gods, he would be caught by the crimson clouds and for a second, a minute, an hour, his burdens would lift and he would be free.