It's true what Roger said, you can only call the day a ochre dying schmear so many times, but authors love to talk about mornings. Case and point. Not even 10% into the book and I hit the first. Not bad, though in terms of morning descriptions that I've cataloged.
Dawn was coming up in streaks and slashes over the foggy moor. Our destination loomed ahead, a huge bulk of dark stone outlined by the grey light.
Gabaldon, Diana - Outlander
Still it continues to amaze me that this is such obvious and almost over-used fodder in novels. It sure makes me want to describe afternoons since everyone else is so focused on mornings.
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