The sun rises through a pool of saffron light that flows across the sky, filling cracks and niches between sparse clouds with golden glory. As I watch it washes away to expose multiple shades of blue. I turn away, and the room fills with eerie saffron light, not unlike the light that precedes thunderstorms. Delighted and surprised, I again look out the windows and then up. The light has caught in a bank of clouds and from there slid down again and inside, lighting up my morning a second time with the gift of gold.
The sun can be excused for rising ever later when it brings with it such a glorious saffron sunrise.
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