Sunrises are always magical here. I do not know why this is, only that it is so.
Sunrises in Old Home can occasionally be beautiful, but they are confounded by the surroundings: rows of house roofs and second stories, fence lines, the hum and racket of cars shuttling back and forth on city streets. Sunrise becomes lost in the background, just a part of the morning which is almost incidental to people's lives.
Here, sunrise is the main attraction. The world literally starts with the sunrise. There are no rows of reflecting rooftops or cutoffs of the sky by second stories, no cars rushing back and forth. There are only trees and brush and grass, waiting for the first light to stir themselves and wildlife into action.
Given the option of background versus magical, I will always take magical.