As the inky shroud of night began its slow retreat, and the first feeble hints of dawn painted the eastern sky, there arose a spectacle to bewitch the soul. The horizon, a distant, impenetrable veil of cloud, quivered with anticipation. Then, in a crescendo of celestial splendor, the orb of fire, that mighty conqueror of darkness, ascended with majesty unparalleled. Its golden rays, like molten arrows, pierced the heart of the lingering mist, setting it ablaze in a fiery ballet. The cloud, in surrender, unraveled its secrets, revealing glimpses of the world concealed beneath, as if the very earth itself had burst into flame. In this celestial alchemy, the interplay of fire and cloud birthed a fleeting moment of ethereal perfection, a revelation of nature's grandeur that left all who beheld it humbled and awestruck, as if gazing upon the very face of creation.
A photograph taken by awhurst.
An Edition of 50.
