The sunrise in Yokohama was often dreary. Choked by rainy skies or the foreboding fog of pollution that occasionally tarnished the pristine veiw. Today however, as the sun's rays peaked over the horizon, painting the city in red and orange light as a new day dawned, it was magnificent. Dazai was determined to appreciate it all, sitting on a park bench by himself; the whisper of a smile on his face.