The best sunrise/s I’ve ever seen were when my family and I were camping when I was a little kid. We had this neat old tent made of black parachute material from WWII. The seams had little teeny tiny holes where the light would peek in like a million little tiny stars. Then we’d unzip the tent flap, zzzzzzzrrrrrrrkkkkkk, and then we’d step out onto the crunchy soft cool ground with our bare feet and see the bright sunlight, just cresting over the tops of the cedars and firs and pines, whilst listening to the sound of other campers just awakening and preparing their breaksfast. You’d smell the scent of bacon frying, and hear it too. Czzzzzackle pop! And you might hear the sound of a lone woodpecker cnnnk cnnnk cnnnk high up in the trees, if you were lucky. If you listened, quietly, you could hear the laughter of other campers wafting through the campground as the sun crept slowly up , up, up and and finally over the top of the forest canopy. It was as bright and tasty as melted butter.