Dawn starts like a northern twilight, an extended period of deep blue around the horizon. At last, bands in shades of yellow-orange to the east announce the new day. Ground fog sorrounds the mountain peaks and shrouds the boggy valleys, hilltops like islands in a sea of whipped topping.
The colors of the dawning horizon are unmatched by all, crystal clear saturations that meld endlessly, clear shade to clear shade. Gel colors of infinite variation.
Such is how I would frost your birthday cake, if it were possible. . . an explosion of bright dawn hues to commemorate life and time and love.