I was awakened the following morning by the burnt orange and gold light of dawn that filtered through the darkness. With both my mind and body unenthusiastic about rising at such an ungodly hour, I remained recumbent in the long grass and was soon rewarded with my first ever sunrise.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” said Reginald from his perch above me.
I shook my head in awe. “I’ve never seen anything so beautiful.”
The light was unlike anything I had witnessed before, so fresh and clean. It dusted everything it touched with a fine, powdery luminosity, which gave it a magical quality. It was as if every tree and every blade of grass had been created during the night and was, that morning, making its debut.
Reginald leapt from the tree and joined me at the edge of the small rise to watch the su
