If I compare the sunrise to a dramatic performance, and one could argue that the daily emergence of the source of life on the planet merits such a classification, then it is a drama that comes in several forms.
Recently we have had several one-act sunrises. Thick cloud cover gradually goes from from dark to lighter gray. Now and again there is a faint tint of pink that indicates the gently climactic moment in the drama.
Some dawn productions are decidedly more elaborate. There is the rising light over a black horizon, an eye-catching backdrop as introductory scene. Then there might be a dazzling pre-dawn fuchsia along the boundary of the eastern sky which lasts for only a few minutes. After that, the entr'acte - a more muted segment of transition time before underlighting begins to bring in the next theatrical moment. The flattening angle of the sun along the underside of clouds creates a glorious color show, sometimes across the entire sky. Then, that scene too fades from brilliance.
It is the final act, sometimes several acts into the day, when the sun itself finally emerges onto the scene. The white light of the new day illuminates the world.
I would have to be outside for an hour to see the whole show, so some days I have to choose which scenes I will attend.
I witnessed two distinct acts in the sunrise show this morning, both quite beautiful.
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