At first it is only a tinge on the horizon, barely distinguishable from the stars that hang. Then it unfurls , illuminating an inch of the sky at a time. An honest yellow , fervid pinks and reddish hues all blend into the gradually brightening sky, where the lid of indigo is being removed in favour of cornflower and aquamarine. below is an abyss - the wisps of cloud capture the color and let it seep⦠The cloud kingdom is slowly being consumed and still more join the Frey. Deep oranges mingle with the pinks, new clouds appear and in turn , like a xylophone being played by a child, sporadic , are lit up. Soon it is all around and the only signs of nights enclosures are the few bold stars who dare to watch, the rise of the sun.