The eastern sky changed from white to pink and from pink to gold. The Voice rose and rose, till all the air was shaking with it. And just as it swelled to the mightiest and most glorious sound it had yet produced, the sun arose…The earth was of many colours: they were fresh, hot and vivid. They made you feel excited; until you saw the Singer himself and then you forgot everything else. It was a lion. Huge, shaggy, and bright, it stood facing the risen sun.
C. S. Lewis, The Magician’s Nephew (The Chronicles of Narnia), quoted from A Day with C.S. Lewis: A Spiritual Journey into Fascinating Worlds, by Dennis and Janet Fisher