To gaze upon the face of the sun, that first light, and see the echo of its glare everywhere you look.
It never ceases to amaze me how quickly the sun rises. For this giant ball of light and fire to cross our path, why, it takes a whole day! Yet to burst forth from the edges, its earnestness is unsurpassed. Except perhaps when to sleep at night, it slips back beyond the veil in equally short measure.
A fine pink hue lines the horizon, splashed with oranges and yellows-painting the sky as a spotlight might announce the arrival of the main act to the stage. It comes! Unfailingly! Unwavering! This painting in the sky trumpets to us all: Hail! Here comes the sun!