SunriseThe breeze is cold that morning. The wind rushes against the frozen dew. I sit in the lawn before the Honors College, staring up at the receding darkness of the sky. It is quiet and still.

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There are no cars on the road, no students rushing to get to class. Not even the animals are awake at this time. I watch, and wait. It happens so slowly that I almost don’t notice, yet so quickly that it takes less than an hour. The sky moves from black to purple. The clouds, heavy with the weight of night, are silhouetted against the morning glow. They step away from the sun, and the curtain of dark rises to reveal a star.

The first few tendrils of sunlight reach the frosted grass around me. As it soars ever higher, the sun unleashes color into the sky, staining the clouds pink and orange. It is a slow and mesmerizing process, one I took for granted until today. The numbers on the clock of the Honors College begin to dim against the backdrop of the rising sun, and as the morning birds begin to sing, New Brunswick wakes from its slumber.2. SunsetThe storm looms ever closer. The wind blows quickly, and dark rolling clouds sweep in to submerge the sky. From my view upon the stone ledge behind Voorhees Chapel’s field, I can see a slash of orange underneath the bulging mess of thunder and lightning.

A flash of blue cuts the smear, and I can smell the coming downpour. There are only minutes of light left.

Another flash slices the horizon. The dark purple of the coming thunderstorm blends into the burnt orange sunset as the clouds swallow the sun.

Night has come. Stridersaid.Sunset 1:There are some wispy clouds high in the sky. The ones the highest up are completely unaffected by the setting star.

Higher up in the sky, the blue sky is turning dark, however there is a decent chunk in the middle of the dark blue and the affected sky, where the sky is as light of a blue as it was during the day. The wispy clouds in the light blue portion are toasted, and have a slight tan color, whereas the clouds in the dark part of the sky are starch white. Closer to the horizon the sky fades into a pale yellow color. The yellow turns to blotches of white which have streaks of golden clouds through it.

They seem to have black veins but upon closer inspection, those are just tree branches. The clouds further from the patches of white are more auburn. The top fourth of the sun is just barely seen above the horizon, and the inside is a pale yellow, but there is a red semicircle surrounding it, where the red fades out into the brown horizon and the orange and yellows surrounding the sun.Sunset 2:The sky is blanketed with thick, fluffy clouds. The clouds closer to me are a solid gray-blue. The clouds gain more texture away from the solid color, and they gain more character, as well. There is a layer of gray-pink clouds and the ones further away have some pale yellow highlight. Then, even further there are two strips, one longer and thicker than the other, of rich, creamy yellow clouds.

There are two other strips of the same color a little further away. In another layer there is an arch of pale yellow light. Within it, there is a zigzag of white. Then another layer, cupped by the yellow one, is a slightly less transparent dusty pink.

The clouds at the far end of that layer are a gray-ish purple. However, those are not the clouds that border the horizon of this layer, the clouds that border the horizon are a rich yellow which fades into a light pink and then into a pale yellow.

Turtlesaid.1) The sun ducked down behind a wall of clouds that spanned the horizon, rigid and unending. Only a halo of golden yellow light manages to peak over. Clouds shaped like birds of prey soar above me painted in pastel pinks and oranges.The sky itself is streaked in the colors of the rainbow as soft and fading as the sun itself.A plane fly overhead, leaving a bright white slice across the fiery colors of the setting sun. Every moment that passes, the clouds take on a more intense shade of red and orange. The final brilliant hurrah of the sun's moment in the spotlight.The birds sing their last song, as the smallest lick of red is extinguished from the sky, and night fall upon the land once more.2) The engine purred as lights flew by down the highway, some of them slowly flickering on.

The rusty orange didn't fit the pink the flushed the sky. Clouds soared above, vast and tumultuous. Long ripples stretched as far as I could see. Lines of dark blue contrasted with the soft pinks and yellows that seemed to consume everything. A desert in the sky, windblown and stunning all the same. The sun leaving, as it always tends to, a temporary masterpiece.

Like a chef who can find the ingredients they need in season and draw out every hidden and complex flavor into one harmonious dish. He closes his eyes as the sun finally leaves center stage, trying to burn the image into his head forever.

Hannah Williamssaid.The dawn arose with birdsong. Deep sapphire blues dotted the sky at first, overtaking the night at long last, until a golden light poured over the horizon. The sky soaked in sunflower yellows. Then, the light fading away, a chalky, pastel blue emerged, heralded by the rising sun ascending into the heavens. The birds sang quietly, drowned out only briefly by the passing traffic as the town slowly awakened.

Morning had come.The sun turned thy clouds a strawberry cotton-candy pink and a dusty lavender as it descended, falling beyond the horizon in a swift free-fall. The blues behind the sky had faded, first into a scarlet-red, and then a deep indigo, until they finally bruised into a thick black that took up the sky. The sun’s departure was swift. Only the memory of the day remained in a bloody, thin line, hiding behind the mountainside in one clear escape. Sara('s fine)said.Sunset:Rush hour was finally over and done with.

The sky was dimming, blue turned to gray, but I couldn’t see the sun heading South down 18, back towards the shore where I live. Lost in my thoughts about an upcoming annotation assignment, I slipped fifteen miles over the speed limit. Naturally for 18, a cop car was sitting, ready, tucked behind an overgrown tree before the Aldi’s parking lot. My eyes flip-flopped between the road and the rear view mirror, checking to see if I had been caught. A fiery mix of red and yellow in its last moments, the setting sun was rounded and visible in the mirror’s reflection. Shadows of street lights, tree branches, and electric cables got in the way, but I could still see the glow.

It kind of reminded me of that curved, painting-like, sunset from the Lion King.Sunrise:The sunrise was slow at first, but then all at once. When I woke up, it still looked like night time. There was just one fishing boat out on the ocean. The waters seemed calm and quiet without the constant squawk of the seagulls, but it was so cold that morning, and the seagulls had not come back yet.

It started with just a slight pinkish color, coming from the far right. The pink started to mix with purples and blues, extending farther and farther left, as far down the boardwalk as I could see from my apartment window, kind of glowy and shimmery against the water. In a matter of minutes, the pale and pastel was yellow and radiant. The single boat was sparkling now, hit by the sun and the reflection of the water. Caroline Kratkasaid.Sunset:Blue fades to yellow fades to red. The colors deepen, and they shift down.

The trees’ branches are still bare in early Spring, and sway with sharp gusts of wind. They wave back and forth along the skyline, welcoming the moon and the stars, wishing the sun a good night. Lights from below flicker on sporadically. First the lamp posts lining the street, and then the lantern above the back door of the church. The moon needs some help, and electricity is there to be its friend. When the sun at last dips out of sight, the people do not pause. They move on without a blink, and habitually switch on their own bedside lamp.

The people never really register that new, smaller stars are their company now.Sunrise:The sun rises today, as of course it must. But it’s not so easy to tell. The sky brightens just enough so that one can tell the night hours have passed.

Angry clouds mask the sun, which is struggling to shine its rays on the Earth millions of miles below. These clouds are wisps of intermingled black and gray, together threatening a storm.

The sun’s exact travels can’t be followed from a human’s eyes on this particular morning. But, one can suspect that it has moved by periodically checking how the color of something changes over time. Take the grass, for example. It starts as a deep, mossy green, then progresses to a pear-like shade as the sun rises. Drops of rain sprinkle on the blades of grass, and this is where the color progression ends. Without more sun, the grass won’t reach the shamrock hue it has on brighter days. Sofia (Hime)said.1) It was similar to the purple of an amethyst geode, and just as brilliant, too.

The lights spotting the atmosphere could be compared to the crystalline shards of the stone. Except it wasn't just amethyst. Layers of color stacked on top of each other; an ocean of black, purple, orange, white, and shades of blue expanding across the sky and getting increasingly darker the closer the colors stretched towards the stratosphere. The collection of tiny, blinking lights could be attributed to the hotel rooms across my balcony, each one teeming with life. Even the man-made lights cast by convenience stores and gas stations expelled gentle orange glows that added to the calming atmosphere.2) Standing on the same balcony, a totally different world is painted before me.

There are no more twinkling lights, no more gentle glows of orange from buildings flickering with life at this time in the morning. Instead, the sunrise itself seems to absorb the entirety of the outside world, forcing its audience to watch it make its entrance for the day. Again, there are layers of colors, though my eyes are drawn to the spectacle in the center. A massive ball of yellow captures my attention, and its embellished by darker shades of orange all around it.

Along its bottom, there's a carpet of purple over the ocean blue surface below. That very blue shade seems to be reflected in the sky high above, although it doesn't look that high up. Instead, the sky looks like the nearby backdrop of the sunrise's opening act. It's all connected. Best of Threesaid.Sunset:Some say a sunset gives off a dismal ambiance. It signifies the end of another day that preludes the darkness of another night.

I cannot see the sun. Only it’s light bouncing off the brick wall in front of me. The windows glisten and shine and radiate heat. But I can’t see the sun. I know it’s behind me, setting, cut in half by the edge of the earth and only shrinking further.

I know this because it is the same as every sunset. But this one, in particular, is signed by a little boy and his mother walking down the block.His jacket rhythmically flaps with every skip, as if he believed he’d be able to fly if he jumped high enough. His Ironman figurine reflected light back into the sky but he couldn’t see the sunset either. Autocad 360 pro plus apk cracked.

His mother trails behind him on the phone, loudly complaining about a rude customer she’d dealt with. Apparently, putting hair in your own food won’t earn you a refund. She walked behind her son, her hair swishing like a satin curtain against the light tinted pink, but even she couldn’t see the sunset.They both turn right and carry on their walk home, hair lighter, ironman brighter. Now, they can see the sunset.Sunrise:I had two choices: to leave for campus the day before or wake up at the asscrack of dawn and leave the next day. I think you can tell which one I chose by my tone.

Being up before the sun puts a lot into perspective. For one thing, traffic is a lot more pleasant, surprisingly. I think it’s because everyone is too tired to pick fights or cut anyone one off. My friend behind the wheel put on a Billie Eilish album while I stared dramatically out the window, watching everything speed. This would all look very artsy had I not felt like I got bulldozed and dragged over the highway we drove on several times before getting into the car.

It didn’t help that the morning dew glistened like a million diamonds on the grass beside the pavement. The hushed quiet of the world only annoyed me more while the remnants of rain lightly sprayed the car tires. The sun finally decided to peek it’s head out from under the earth, blinding me with its warm hues, waking up after a night of forced muffling of colors. The reflection of the sky grew clearer with every moment, like a hazy mirror beneath us. If you couldn’t tell, I hate mornings. Aldrin (AJ)said.Sunrise: Half past six, after being dropped off at the train station by bus, courtesy of New Jersey Transit of course It was a breezy day with the temperatures to be in the low to mid 60’s. I climb the flight of stairs and into the train platform on track 4 where I await my train for my commute at school.

I stare at the opposite side on track 1 where most of the commuters were heading to New York. They looked tired and didn’t want to go to work, back to the misery of everyday life.

Right behind them and the wall, lies the horizon. At last, the sun and her rays make way. There’s a reason to keep going.Sunset: Going home from a walk at Roosevelt Park in late March is usually the highlight of a spring day for me.

My shoes are a little muddy from stepping on the grass getting to my car. I wipe the mud off on the pavement at the parking lot. I get in the car roll, put the key in the ignition and go on my Spotify app to the playlist entitled “Car Jams”, a mix of indie bands that I listened to. After backing up, I roll down my windows to enjoy the nice breeze. A wonderful sight lays before me. The orb that we call our sun paints shades of pink and orange across the sky.

I would stop and take pictures of the scenery and post it on Instagram but 1. I no longer use Instagram and 2. Pictures could never capture the full of experience of seeing the sunset in person. Sarah Richards (Sarah 2)said.Sunset:The sky glowed a vibrant blue today, saturated in the early evening, but thecolor is fading to periwinkle now as the twilight deepens and the sundescends. It bleeds into shades of gold behind the trees. The bare branchessplit the blue-yellow gradient, crisscrossing it with shadowy lines.

Betweentwo houses up the hill, I can see where the sun settled below the horizon, adeeper orange soaking the sky closer to where it meets the earth. High up inthe blue, an airplane cuts a diagonal path. The light catches on its fueltrail, giving it a pink-orange glow. As evening settles, the gold hues losetheir intensity, turning paler, fading into dusty yellow. Another airplanecrosses the sky. This time I see the light reflecting off of it, and itshines at the front of its sunlit fuel trail. The trees stand tall, theirbranches still webbing the sky with shadow, the very tops swaying in thebreeze.

Then, even the pale yellow fades, and the blue starts to deepenagain, this time into shadow, with the coming night.Sunrise:The upper expanse of sky glows dusty blue. It blends with shades of paleyellow and orange, the colors deepening closer to the horizon. A single thincloud hangs in the air, pink and purple where the light surrounds it.There's pink in the sky too, behind the dark tree branches, intensifyingwith the coming dawn. The colors blend and streak across each other, risingand falling in diagonal lines and splashes of pink and orange. Faintly, astar or planet glows above my neighbor's house, a tiny point of bright whitein the midst of the blue.

Birds sing outside the window, the cadences risingand falling through the silence of the morning. One streak of pink in thesky glows brighter, and it looks as if there's a faint, wispy cloud there,lined with darker purple and magenta. Through the tree branches, I can seethe sun starting to break the horizon, a crescent of fiery orange, deepeningthe reds and oranges of the surrounding sky where it has begun to rise. Rook/Ikesaid.Sunset 1:The sunset with no sun touched each part of Buccleuch Park differently, stealing the color from them at varying rates. The grass of the fields and the asphalt of the road were the first to go – the dull greens and browns did not hold very well against the dying light, and the blacks and greys were swallowed almost immediately in the dark. Before too long, it wasn’t easy to tell from a distance what was grass and what was road.

The trees fared little better, individual shapes yielding and becoming a single mass, the browns of the trunks becoming nothing so much as a black wall. But there were colors that did stand their ground: the white gazebo seemed to stand defiant for a while, the white of its beams fading quickly to grey but moving no further. Even more impressive were the children’s playground sets, with their bold sunflower-yellows and vibrant firetruck-reds seeming to fade little, if at all. The duller reds I’d brought with me, on my shoes and jacket, were also holding up well, although that could also have just been because of my proximity to them.But while the sunset was trying to drain color from most of the world, the sky was another matter entirely.

As I walked through the park, I occasionally looked upward, filling my eyes with nothing but the sky, watching as it went from the industrial-steel grey it had been all day to a rich, midnight blue. There were no stars to speak of, as the cloud cover still persisted, but that was fine too – the unbroken field of nighttime sky was beautiful in its own way.Sunset 2:It had been a warm day, and still was as I walked home from classes at around 7 PM or so. The sky had been beautiful today, a vibrant baby blue with only wisps of cloud obscuring it, but now it was changing.

While it remained blue overhead and across most of the sky, now on the horizon is had faded into a dull manila color, brightening into orange as the sun ducked behind Saint Peter’s University Hospital. As time went on, that soft tan white gradually reached across the sky, darkening first to grey, then black as the night came on. By this point I’d made it home, and watched as, slowly but surely, the lights in the hospital windows across the street turned on, illuminating the light orange of the brickwork around them and the blue tint of the windows themselves.

Traffic on Easton slowed, until you could cross pretty much anytime without waiting for the crosswalk light (a mercy, let me tell you, because it’s a delayed green and takes forever). I stayed out there until I couldn’t see the cloud wisps anymore, hidden against the backdrop of black. Michele (Leo)said.A sheet of dark clouds stretch from under the plane into the distance. From tiny little window, the large wing of the aircraft takes up most of the view, covering most of the dull gray below it. Save for the twinkling of a red light at the tip of the wing, all is colorless until the clouds end.

As they roll on, on the far horizon the gray turns to orange as the clouds meet the sky above. The orange directly above the clouds fades into a warmer yellow, spotted with wisps of clouds. Yellow turns into a blinding white light right before it’s interrupted by yet another dark sheet of clouds, this time above the enormous aircraft wing.Murky brown mud fades into the dark, steely water of the lake, which goes nearly a half a mile far before hitting the other side of the housing complex, where more houses dot the perimeter of the water body. These are large suburban homes, most of them with an assortment of stones on the front walls, windows with freshly painted keystones, and surrounded by pristine white fences that block them from their neighbors. Above the pointed roofs, a sliver of bright orange shines, coloring the background of the chain of houses the same color.

Above the stripe of orange, it moves into pink and purple before finally reaching the scarce spotting of clouds among a slowly darkening blue sky. Ezza Ahmedsaid.Sunset:I felt the heat of warm rays through the window, signaling that the light was about to leave the day. I leaned back in my chair, soaking in the last of the sun. Watching as the sun shone at its brightest filling the sky with a fluorescent orange that forced my eyes shut even though I was separated by a window.

Orange overtook what was once a light blue, but only for half a second. Then it was gone. The sun had set and the sky was beginning to darken.Sunset:Even though I was miles more than I could imagine to be away from the sun, I felt as if it was encompassing me. The way the colors were wrapped around the sky and blended into each other, it was as if it was right there, tangible for me to swipe my finger through.

But I knew it was impossible. I wanted to dip my fingertip into the lavender that was running into the orange and the indigo blue, I wanted to feel the coolness of wet paint, even though I knew this wasn’t a painting. I wanted to blend these colors together myself, taking part in the last sunset of the summer.

The pinks, and yellows flew to the bottom as it moved closer to the horizon until it disappeared completely. The horizon pulled the rest of the colors along with, now leaving only a dark blue in its wake. With that, August was over. Said.Sunset 1: Sunsets have become somewhat of a tradition in my household. Prefaced with a washing of dirty dishes with the whole family, the smell of lavender-scented liquid dish soap stinking the kitchen up, and the sound of a fresh bottle of wine being opened by my dad, followed up with a “Sunset?” We got patio furniture specifically for the sunsets, as the front of our house has a picture-perfect spot for these moments. In the winter, we’re on the patio by 5ish, since daylight savings screws us over.

In the summer, we get lucky with a generous 7 or 8 o clock. The way a sunset starts reminds me of the way a fire ignites: slowly, then all at once and your world is a burst of yellows and oranges. But sunsets at home are more than that. They begin with a full sun resting on the tree-tops of the mountains in the distance, a plump, yellow circle, about the size of my thumb when I lift my hand to measure it. It’s blinding, so much so that my mother never comes out without her Ray Ban sunglasses in hand.

But I like the way it feels. The sun beating down, knowing how gorgeous it is and doesn’t want you to see all it’s beauty, so it blinds you. Then, about 5 minutes pass and without a beat the sky is a haze of orange and yellow. The circle falls halfway behind the trees. You sometimes see some pink emerge towards the top, but it only comes out on some nights, and invades the sky with a rage of color. Those are the most beautiful ones. No one talks during sunset, there is nothing to say when all your senses are surrendered to the demands of the sunset’s beauty.Sunset 2: The sunset from my dorm room is the most beautiful, pathetic thing I’ve ever seen.

There are four window panels, and my room is a corner room on the riverside, all the way to the left. Most days, seeing a sunset consists of having the glow from the sun rays beam into my room, and gets me excited to run to the window and try and catch a glimpse of the sun setting. But I never get the view I want. I only see it out of the last window panel, closest to the center of the building, and it is just a strong beam of orange, but not an endless sky filled with color. The raritan river below flows softly, and I can hear it through my window panel with the crack in it, second from the left.

It’s like the river is trying to distract me from catching a good look at the sunset. Henry (Crow)said.Sunset 1: It was brisk out, too cold for me to avoid complaining about the climate, but too warm for me to bother putting on a jacket. It's about what I expect from a sunset - The sky is a dull orange, like rust on what was once iron or metal. I keep looking away, because you can only stare into the sun for so long before your eyes start to sting and water - and by the time I look back, it's been enveloped by the clouds, leaving only the rusty haze behind as the sky slowly starts to fade to darkness.My second sunset was seen from a train, on my way to PAX East on Thursday - It was different, in that the scenery in front of the sun changed, but the glowing orb itself stayed the same. I passed by towns, marshes, countless different buildings, but the sun was still there, blinding me to look at. Both times, I had brought my attention to the sun in advance, deliberately - And both times, I found myself impatient for it to go down. I was used to things moving more quickly, energetically, not serenely and slowly as the sun always seems to whenever you decide to actually pay attention to it.

Valentina escobarsaid.Sunrise: April 1, 2019The air is wet, fogging my glasses ever so slightly, causing a quick swipe of my hoody to remove the fog. There's a rush in the air, only half of this area asleep, unawakened by the light that the shadowy blackness promises. There are hints of light that peek through behind ordinary apartments with exaggerated columns, only making themselves known by the revelation of the sky going 25 miles per hour.

With every blink, the shades grow lighter, the remnants of black shadows being replaced by hues of orange and yellow and the promise of light more pronounced than before. Streetlights are dimming, making way for natural daylight to complete its function, to signal a busy world. It becomes gradual, that I stop noticing its descent.Sunset: April 4, 2019Someone on Twitter once said that the white streaks in the skies were chemtrails emitted by jets to poison the population, something about the New World Order, it got thousands of retweets and I didn't know what to believe but every time I see the streaks in the sky I can't help but think of that possibility that I might be breathing poisoned air. The streaks are propped against the backdrop of flamingo pink, the color of pink lemonade, it is also the suggestion of an abstract painting, splattered, faint white streaks- they are the product of recklessly handling a paintbrush, they're really just broken clouds, departed by flying objects so tiny because of my bad vision. Overall, this new night is clear, nothing is severe about the environment, this closing of day will be uneventful, a day that will cause no alarm and ring no bells. The canvas is mixed with lighter blues joining the fold to the far right, secluding itself from the warm oranges and pinks scattered through, the white lines disappearing into the blue.

Candice/Darlingsaid.Sunset #1:Going on a date with Johnny Vega himself was already a dream come true. Watching a sunset with him after kicking his ass at Street Fighter, now that was on a whole other level. We decided to walk along the sandy shore and I was in a daze, the orange and red of the sun reflecting itself onto the water that crept onto shore. I gripped his arm as the sharp cold of the water woke me up from the trance. I look up at the sky, taking in the ever changing hues of colors that remind me that this daydream of mine was slowly coming to an end. The navy blue collided with the orange and red I saw before, now shifting into a pinkish purple. The clouds, taking in the new color scheme, made me want to reach up and wish I could grab one.

As if it were an overpriced stick of cotton candy that Lulu with the tutu would sell on the boardwalk carnival every night. I quickly glanced down at the water, seeing the bubblegum pink lipstick I wore had slightly faded unlike the fresh pink gloss in the clouds. The leftover yellow of the sun was like the cup of lemonade you buy after you get off the Cyclone because you thought you could handle it and now you’re nauseous.

But I couldn’t help but think of the melding of colors in the summer sky like the bottles of ink that my older brother had. After a busy day at the tattoo parlor, the ink would be all over the place and he’d have to work fast to clean it up, not realizing the new colors he was making in the clean up process. I could hear music from the nearby boardwalk bar play and I knew it was time I head back to the tattoo parlor.Sunset #2:I shifted onto my side before slowly opening my eyes. You can never really tell what time it was when you spend most of the day sleeping in a casket. But then again, does it really matter when you have all the time in the world at your disposal? I heard slight creaking on the lid and I could tell it was Riddell.“Princess, are you awake?” I rolled my eyes at the nickname he gave me after our first meeting.“Yeah. Let me guess, there’s still sunlight out which is why you have your butt on the lid of the casket?

Again.” I heard him laugh under his breath. I sighed, deciding to ask him something I never asked any of the previous bodyguards. “Sunshine, why don’t you be a lamb and tell me what a sunset is like because God knows I’ll never be able to see one.”“That’s a first. Well, since you asked nicely, I’ll gladly tell you but only if you promise that you won’t open the lid until I tell you its safe.”“Fine, just tell me.

Please.”“I seriously wish you could see it, Princess. The sky is murky purple mixed with pink but with a hint of orange rays left from the stubborn sun. It’s the same shade as the carrot and orange juice I made a couple days ago because I had a small cold. You remember that.” It’s true, I did.

He kept a small pack of Kleenex tissues up his sleeve the entire night and resisted the idea of going home early. “But that purple brings me back home. It’s like the purple eyeshadow from Avon that my Grandma loved so much. She would put so much of it onto her eye lids because purple was her favorite color. The pink in the sky is like the Pepto Bismol I drank a few weeks ago because I made the poor decision of eating spicy food when I shouldn’t have.

That was during the banquet your parents hosted.” I bit back the urge to laugh as he was getting really into the description, despite how odd it sounded. I heard the creaking sound again as he shifted off of the casket. I jumped slightly when he opened it.“You’re very descriptive, Riddell.

I didn’t think you would describe it like that.” He raised an eyebrow and I laughed this time. Emily Liu (Just Em)said.Sunrise:At first, there is nothing but a purple haze by the horizon. Then, the sky and the world get brighter. It’s in the smallest moments. You don’t notice what’s happening until the sky becomes brighter than the clouds it carries.

IN the distance, there’s a spot of orange, and though the sun cannot be seen anywhere directly, it is all around us, gracing the world with its presence. Soft blue turn to light white with blue tones. The world is not quite awake yet, and though it is no longer night, the day will not properly begin until the sun has arrived. More than a spot, a full-on burst of bright orange bursts through the darker purple clouds, bleeding its way down into the sky. The sun has risen and cannot be suppressed. The clouds can only keep the sun at bay for so long, but it’s clear—through the line of white that runs through the purple, day is starting. Higher and higher, that pale bluish white becomes more and more clear, the bright bulb of the sun staining the clouds before it a divine orange.

The division is clear, the clouds today are united, stretching in a long line across the sky, looking a bit like the sea and the horizon. That brilliant orange can be seen lower in the sky, like a fire that cannot be contained, like an eyeball peeping through. The clouds look like mountains. Washed out, soft mountains. The sun dominates the sky, making every puff and curve of the clouds visible.Sunset:The sun is sinking lower now, the orange glow starting to expand outward to the distance. The blue sky is only a little bit darker than before, but the shadows on the ground are a sign, and the sun isn’t as blinding now that it’s lower.

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Yes, as the sun goes down, the world becomes visible again.It’s different from sunrise, no colors are being introduced, but the line near the horizon is becoming peachier. The blue is diluted, infused with clouds, making the sky appear lighter than it is. The outline of trees stands out, the darkness stark against the colors in the sky.

A pink glow has begun to emerge towards the bottom. The sun doesn’t want to be noticed, slyly slipping away, sinking lower and lower, almost hidden behind whatever buildings lie behind the trees. There’s only a vague indication it might be leaving, as all the orange are flocking towards it. On the other side of the sky, the world carries on.

A faint purple emerges at the other end, becoming pinker towards the sun. In the ten seconds of looking away, the sun has shrunk even deeper behind the trees.

All the sky pretends not to notice. Still light enough to play, but it’s colder now than it was before. Silently, the sun has made its escape. All that’s left is the red orange afterglow.

It can only be seen in that direction of the sky. The world seems unaffected.

The sky has more color than it did before. It’s become a richer blue without the sun. The final rays are a bundle of red-orange, being hushed at by a purple clouds. The sun has said its goodbye, and promised to return again tomorrow.

Nobody is begging it to stay, they know full well what the sun is like. When it’s time, it’s time. It disappears without protest. Its presence is still strongly felt, despite its disappearance- We haven’t been doomed to immediate darkness. Its legacy is felt all around.

The orange slowly smothered out, it seems the big show is over. Time to go home.

Maggitt (Maggie Tibbitt)said.Everyday I wake up for practice I see a new sunrise. This morning every color is in the sky. Peach fades into lavender and baby blue. The actual sun hasn’t made an appearance yet but it must be close because colors are lighting up the sky. This is my favorite part of sunrises anyways, the time right before the sun can be seen and the day has actually started. I don’t even have music on in my car to mimic the peaceful quiet of the morning. As I get get closer to my destination the colors shift into something new and different but equally perfect in the way only nature can be.

I know when I re-emerge from Werblin the sun will be high in the sky but just before I go inside, a tiny sliver of the burning star can be seen peeking over the landscape of Rutgers campus.Even though it’s spring break I wake up before the sun because I’m not used to the two hour time change that being back home in Colorado brings. Soft light filters through my blinds and rest on my skin, beckoning me to the window.

I separate the blinds and see a Colorado sunrise. I have seen hundreds of them but they never fail to take my breath away. The sun lights up the mountains that are practically in my backyard. They glow a golden brown with shadows of trees scattering the surface. I can see the incline which reminds me of the times my dad and I would go hiking together a long long time ago.

The change happens fast. One second the world is glowing the next the sky is blue with perfect sunshine, promising a lovely day. Cowsaid.Sunset(I MADE IT TOO 'ostentatious' I'M SORRY):Thin, wispy clouds are scattered on the wide horizon. The sun is going into hiding, but its light still shines bright and clear and blue. Lazily, but with purpose, the clouds move westward—swallowed up by the slowly sinking sun. With its departure the sun slowly steals the rest of the color from the quickly darkening sky.

First it takes the blue of the ocean it is walking over. It leave behind a faint haze of thin yellow. Then it drinks the very essence of light from the world. The crashing waves are nothing but a sound, the small brown cottages nothing but shadows. Off-white sand turns ghastly grey and the trees behind are flickers of fading forest green.

As it steals the color from the world its rosy cheeks paint the twilight sky with burning red and glowing orange. As it dips below the distant sea nothing remains but a faint memory reflected in the rising moon.Sunrise:It is a strange sunrise. At least it is strange to me, who has not seen one for years. There is no feeling of wonder or surprise—only a weird feeling of being alive at the wrong time, possibly the wrong place.

It is more gradual than I expected. The birds started chirping long before the sun was seen, and the day was bright long before I could see the sun. The gradualness of it startled me. It is the sun! It should rise quickly and confidently.

But it takes it’s time, slowly yet surely brightening the world around me. Not that there is much around me to brighten. A courtyard with a few trees, my stony red apartment walls.

The train interrupting what should be this breathtaking moment. But even without the train interrupting, it is mundane.

Just a bit of light that used to be dark. Just a little noise when it used to be quiet.

Sunrises are weird. I think I will stick to sunsets. Said.Sunrise-It was subtle at first, but what just had been a pitch black night sky littered with the light of a galaxy of stars slowly vibrated warm hues of amber and honey. Right over the horizon on the east, the tall trees obscured the rising star and the emitting rays lit the forest and skyline into a color blocked canvas painting. Crimson mahogany light spread slowly from the bottom up as if it was pushing and fighting back the nighttime darkness.Sunset-You don't realize when it starts. One moment the sky's a clear cerulean blue but then suddenly, the ball of light starts to droop. The sky darkens considerably, tiny wisps of stars made themselves visible on the other side of the skyline.

In these moments, its easy to forget that the sun is also a star too. It seems unfair that our sun is responsible for the disappearance of trillions of stars during the day, but everything comes back around in this moment. The sun was finally setting. Lunasaid.It was a Tuesday, 6:52pm.

We were riding the Patco train facing backwards, leaving Philly. Already halfway over the bridge, I watched the skyline shrink away in front of me under a swelling sun. I knew it would set soon. That morning he had woken up, rolled over to face me and ask “what are we doing today?” and I had said “going to the city.” Seated side by side on the highest point in the arc over the gleaming Delaware, he turned to me again and asked “so what are we gonna do now?” and I said “watch the sunset.” We left the station and he drove us to the lake by his house. We parked in a dead-end street, where the trees still bare from winter drew cracks in our view with their brittle black branches. I watched from the passenger side, where a man in a dark green jacket walked a border collie by the car and down past the end of the street, where the dirt path around the lake began. The collie’s black and white fur stood stark against the yellow-orange sunrays.

There was one single, early flowering bush that bloomed feather-thin white petals, almost translucent in the way the light shined both through and around them; needle holes in a watercolor painting. I realized I was paying more attention to the canopy of obstructions, the criss-crossing silhouettes and tiny petals—everywhere the fire orange, now fading to azalea pink—was not. I asked “do you want to find somewhere with a better view?” He said “I like this one.” So we stayed, us and the sun and the things in between, framed by the shape of his windshield.I woke up before my alarm, wrapped myself in a red woven blanket I found in the bin by the front door, and left. The door shut softly behind me, and I drank in the salt that sat heavy in the dark air. It took less than a minute to hit soft sand after leaving my front porch.

The 35th street beach path, lined with tall evergreen dune grass, led my bare feet and my line of vision into a lavender morning. The lifeguard stand was sideways, someone had pushed it over the night before. It lay parallel with the horizon, its unnatural orange and blue painted letters were ink thumbprints on a pastel canvas. Where there were usually tire tracks and sloppy footprints cutting up the sand, there was now only a glittering flat surface, reflecting the sky’s pale purple, pink, yellow. “it’s the off-season,” I thought. Two figures sat to my left, far ahead, by the ocean’s edge.

They shared a blanket wrapped around their shoulders, like mine. One leaned her head on the other. I was almost disappointed; I had wanted to go down to the water myself but somehow it seemed that to pass them would have been an intrusion.

I stayed where I was and sat down, watching their united shadow—at first a long, thin stretch of indigo, slinking slowly back towards them as the sun rose higher, becoming one shapeless absence of color in a brightening display of blue. The course encourages students to create work that in its appeal straddles generational demographics, and thus demonstrates what is already known, that diverse audiences, presented with the best titles in the genre, are not dichotomous. The semester will be punctuated by a series of digital and in-person visits by relevant, award-winning authors. The visits will provide students with candid access to working writers, and so give them an interactive opportunity to ask questions about the various talents, skills, and traits that contribute to acclaim and success.