I have a friend who's a massive pagan. A few years back she wanted to do a rebirth ritual. A bunch of us took her up to an iron age hill fort and we helped her do the ritual overnight. It ended with her being symbollically reborn just as the sun rose above the horizon. Fucking awesome. Then we all sat together on the hillside, eating sandwiches and drinking whisky and mead while she recovered from what had been a pretty deep, trippy, and emotional experience.

10/10 - would help a friend be reborn in the dawn again.

For me it's more a combination of stories, but for me it was when I was younger, when we would spend the night together with friends in summer. Summer nights are quite short over here, the sun can rise up as early as 5:30, so if we were busy the all night, we were always a bit surprised to see the sun rise. It's definitely a strange feeling, in a nice way.

Watching the sunset on the California coastal highway north of Malibu with a bourbon and Coke and my then pregnant partner was great

When I was taking a photography class, we got up before dawn and went down the beach. I got to see colors appear over the Atlantic that I'd never seen in the sky. I watched them swirl in the low tide surf. The sun came up in inches, and the light was pure magic.