Looking east, over the sea towards the horizon. A tiny glimmer of orange light appears, in seconds. the glimmer becomes a ray. Orange turns yellow and spreads out across the horizon. The shape of the sun appears, golden and glorious, spreading brightness across the sky.
The birds have been singing for half an hour previous to this, but stay quiet while the day dawns. As if in respect for the occasion, like it was a special occurrence, not something that happened every day.
In a few minutes the sun stands proudly on the line between the sky and the sea, telling the world it has arrived. Shining it’s wonderful, life-giving properties over the sea. Twinkling, tiny lights move across the water, sparkling and flickering amid the waves.
The sun rises above the horizon, starting its journey to the summit and now warming the earth and its inhabitants. Fully grown up and fulfilling its purpose, giving light and life to the world. A time to celebrate.
Looking west, across the sea towards the horizon. The sky begins to deepen from vibrant blue to indigo. There are beautiful patches of pale orange and pink, in the tiny clouds scudding across the scene. As the sun begins to fall away towards the horizon, its power begins to fail, as gradually its heat and light diminish. After a time, it sits upon the horizon, like a ball on a field, deep orange and red. Looking sad and forlorn that it is leaving the world.
As it falls beneath the horizon, a chill is felt by all and a rush to take shelter or don extra clothing begins. The sun is not producing its life-giving properties anymore.
A time to reflect and remember.