What was it like to watch the sunset on the first Easter Sunday?

What did those men and women feel seeing the day slip away that first time after death was de-fanged?

Night came, not as a promise of each one’s mortality as before, but as an interlude in the journey of life. No longer was night a sinister harbinger of the death feared by every soul; now night could bring in its silky darkness a respite, a rest that healed now while reveling in the deathless life now proven and provided.