You can tell we are turning toward it, long before the first glimpse. Darkness fades to a brightening sky, twinkling gray-white with just a pinch of baby blue.
And then the tree line shifts. The reds and deep oranges flicker behind the trunks, spreading across the entire Eastern horizon.
The sun rises, and the colors gather into one glowing ball, casting a hue of warmth on the bark of the evergreens to the west. The dew drops sparkle and reflect the light in blinding diamonds.
Only moments. Just a few moments. And the perception shifts, and the sun is high in the sky as the day is born.
The sun doesn’t shift. It is the constant center. Only perception shifts.