There is something beautiful about sunrise and sunset. It is quite literally and simply just the rotation of the earth around a giant ball of fire, but metaphorically it seems to represent so much more than that – a fresh start, a clean slate, the bookends of a day. We have witnessed our fair share of sunrises and sunsets over the past week, which gave me time to contemplate which I favour. Sunset is more dramatic; it slowly climaxes to a finale of intense colour before ending in a dark sky littered with stars and planets. Though it’s the solitude of sunrise that I love most. What begins in complete darkness, slowly emerges into a new day. The sun creeps over the horizon, slices its way into the landscape before it, and the people who are lucky enough to witness it watch in silence, broken only by the soft clicking…