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.