Every evening, the sun has to stay up really late to make sure the next morning's sunrise is ready before dawn. That big golden guy has bags under his eyes. He probably chain smokes and slugs coffee and stares at the screen, arduously placing each ray of light into place, positioning them over the horizon just so. Maybe he gets an hour or two of sleep, and then he wakes up early in order to launch the sunrise with the correct timing for the East Coast, the Midwest, the West Coast, and even Japan. After the launch, a thrilling burst of color in the dark air, he goes back to the drawing board. He reconsiders the brief. He's got another sunrise to do tomorrow, and it has to look fresh.