Josiah nodded, and a peace settled over them. Minutes were ticking into midnight, but a new dawn would come before that, and so the time passed not painfully but as a matter of course. There was no urgency now, for the moments to be made the most of. There was expectation that the day would light up the sky. That would come to be. That certainty was enough.

Blue, black, bright yellow and red. The colours of a candle flame. The sky was painted peach and persimmon with the slow strokes of the sun's rays.
'Look! The sun is rising.'
Josiah lifted their twined hands just as though they were a part of him, Finn noted with delight, then looked back into the dawning distance. 'Wow,' he said, his smile widening with the word.
This is something that happens every day. It was difficult, right at this moment, to comprehend that something so beautiful was also so everyday. People really should experience this everyday! It was such a waste, every sunrise strolling past and people missing the chance to soak it in.