As the orange grows richer, deeper and more intense above the tops of the trees it makes me mourn how many days in my life I miss this. Your sun rising, gloriously, to proclaim a new day. Building beauty and awe with each passing moment. Each glance more beautiful than the last. Then, there it is! The blinding light, so bright you can't even look at it; sending streams of warmth on each thing it touches; casting a golden glow and illuminating the new day. So bright and beautiful it is difficult to behold and even harder to comprehend the ways of Your SON.