I almost always see the sunrise; insomnia wakes me up painfully early and I make a point of opening my window shades so I can watch it. When I was 11, I was in a weird gifted and talented program in which we read The Odyssey, and I still think of "rosy-fingered Dawn" whenever I see a good sunrise. (Homer repeated several of the same phrases over and over, and that one stuck with me.) Apparently in a more recent translation, Emily Wilson switches it up more to better appeal to an audience who is reading rather than listening to the story. I don't remember which translation we read in 1986 and have considered checking out hers, but let's face it, I'm no longer that into classics.
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