It was quiet.
Way too quiet.
The kind of morning where most birds already left.
I was just cycling past Watersley, heading towards the top of Kollenberg where I was planning to stop and take some photos. But then the sky turned pink. I hit the brakes, got off the bike, and stood there… watching light spill over the old church tower. Every leaf on the path looked great in the light.
It felt so good to be there… I reminded myself why I’m doing it… why I’m getting up early and chasing light… It’s because of moments like these.
Because every once in a while, the sky does this and I’m happy to there with my camera, taking the shots.