It comes up just over the town's church steeple, turning the huge, mostly cloudless, backdrop - that is the sky - shades of pink as it rises. Dozens of roosters raise their voices in unison - in a type of morning-greeting ritual, while the geese amble about in search of the early worms out in the horse paddocks. They quack loudly at rabbits circling them in a game of tag, perhaps to say "Goede Morge". In the background, horses swish their tails with ambivalence, savoring the cool morning air whilst grazing on moist, dew-covered grass.
The world seems so marvelous and utterly uncomplicated at this time of day.
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