Slowly, more than 14 times more slowly than with us, does the Sun lift himself above the lunar horizon.

In half an hour, only half his disc is revealed, but that is more than enough to flood the lunar landscape with a dazzling intensity of light, of which we have no counterpart on Earth.

No atmosphere refracts it, no hazy screen softens it, no enveloping vapor absorbs it, no obstructing medium colors it.

It breaks on the eye, harsh, white, dazzling, blinding, like the electric light seen a few yards off.

As the hours wear away, the more blasting becomes the glare; and the higher he rises in the black sky, but slowly, slowly.