Door of the Rising Sun

My door to the rear garden is mostly glass. Running the length of it is a venetian blind. At night, after I turn out the lights, I open these blinds in anticipation of the morning light, which I wake up to and love as much as dusk light.

The rear garden is at the north end of the house. A yearly highlight for me is when the rising sun shines through my door.

A wondrous feeling, one that takes me back to my childhood self, when I had a similar sense of wonder after I was told emphatically that the sun rises in the east (and sets in the west). As soon as I knew what north was I noticed how the rising sun entered the northern part of our house first, and how no one could tell me why.