I’ve been waiting patiently. Each morning, for days on end now, the clouds kept sunshine from peeking through my castle windows until late. But I’ve kept waking early and watching for the cloudless sunrise.
Rumor has it that an hour after sunrise and the hour before sunset, the sunlight falls softer, redder, and makes the world look almost magical. I anticipated seeing the wide, wild farmlands of Canada covered in early autumn dew in the soft dawn light… and waited.
“Goodbye, goodbye,” sang Carolyn, waltzing out the door yesterday. “It’s my day off tomorrow and it’s going to be beautiful weather. I’m taking my grand-daughter shopping. Goodbye, goodbye!” With a whirl of skirts, curled blonde hair and old-fashioned pearls my glamourous sixty-something coworker departed, and in the following pause, I realized tomorrow would be the day I’d waited for.
The morning dawned cloudless and I scrambled to leave, driving fast along the highway trying to find the farmland outside the tech-centered suburb. “Tech, tech, tech, tech, FARMS!” is the way Clarke described the area, and he was right – past the shining modern buildings there’s only undeveloped farmland. The light was already pouring over everything, the perfect morning! I wound my way out along Carling Avenue and there it was: the road to nowhere. This is where I’d stop to enjoy the golden hour. 
Everything was covered in dew, stunning and ethereal. As the sun rose a bit higher, it got even more beautiful…
Someone made their home in this field:
And I discovered a ghost spider, which, as ghosts often do, refused to be photographed properly. BUT I ASSURE YOU I saw him in incredible detail, frail and translucent. That white dot is him! See?
And with that, there was nothing left but to put a flower behind my ear and take a selfie.
-The Dauntless Princess-