Reflection at Sunrise 

I took this picture along the Ganges in Varanasi (Benaras) a few days ago early in the morning, at the hour when a kind of invisible atmosphere burns.
The sunrise wears gold dresses of fire and reflects in waves of light, like kisses on the holy waters.
At this hour there is no illusion, only souls awaking with the water, the air and the fire for the earth.
Being there is the fulfilment of a dream.
What do the spheres know about eternity?