Alone, or at least, alone with only the people who are like you. Sheltered with friends, wide-eyed, drooping-eyed, laughing, dancing, sighing friends. Sitting on a hill or a rooftop or the beach. A wide view of the world and everything in it.
It is beautiful.
Beautiful like the world cannot contain. Beautiful as you have never seen before. That sit-down-happy feeling, the one that doesn't make you want to get up and dance, but instead you want to sink down into it.
A laugh, a shiver. He pulls her towards him and you sit alone or leaning against a friend or maybe you are the italics lost in a moment. You sink down into the feelings and watch as the clouds change shape and color. The crinkles of shadow are changing, they are coming into being again.
Love happy pretty beautiful. It takes too long, it is over too quickly. That initial gasp as the brightness comes in an instant: now no, now yes. A blink and the sun is blinking back.
Tired eyes nearly closing and skin comfortable against yours. A night shared together and now this wonder is rising up before you. It, the sun, he is Apollo, a phoenix, this happens only once every day but this is today and this sunrise is everything and it is yours and it is every sunrise in the whole world and it is right now.
Stay up one night, all night, just to watch a new day start.