Step towards the light or wait for the rays to arrive where one stands?
Snap-crackle-pop. Response of a broken branch or a reply in argot by megafauna hiding low?
Sinners of chop-chop should from it run—perchance. Singers of hip-hop could to it run—for dance.
Exozodiaca beams might signal the end, but warmthful hues from neighbour sun welcome company to around the bend. ; )