10 x 7.25 inches soft pastel on Willis pastel paper
I live far enough north (in southern Canada, but still north as far as latitudes go) that the sky is light about an hour before the sun actually rises. Such was the case one mid-September morning. So here I am waiting for the bus to come round the corner minutes after sunrise, when the sun is still hidden behind the trees, waiting to burst onto the scene.
A magical time, this liminal period between dark and light.