Beneath it, a glowing Ten is etched in the morning frost, like the number ten marking a festival game.
A single 早 stroke shoots down from the sky, grounding the sun and ten, as little chicks chirp “ピヨピヨ” and temple gongs ring softly.
Fishermen cast nets at dawn, rice seedlings shimmer in dew, and the world hums with the promise of being early-just like in Hatsuhinode, the first sunrise of the year.