Around seven, a half an hour before sunrise, there was just this faint smudge in the sky . . .
A few minutes later it had ripened to an amazing fiery sight . . .and in another few minutes, all was gray. When it was time for the actual sunrise, the cloud cover hid it. I'll take it on faith . . .
The sailor take warning part of the old rhyme didn't materialize. No rain, no storm, just gray all day.
