I stand down by the Lion Stairs this early morning. It is completely still, the water mirrors the deep blue tone of the sky, and not a single person is in sight. The city is still asleep, yet here it feels as if time itself has stopped.
The glow from the streetlights casts soft reflections across the canal, and the buildings rest in a muted light. The blue hour is brief, almost fleeting, but right now it embraces the entire scene with a quiet calm.
After a few minutes, even this moment becomes history. I pack away my gear and make my way home.
