“I saw the first light, fore-running the sun, gather in a cup of the eastern cloud, gather and grow and brim, till at last it spilled like milk over the golden lip, to smear the dark face of heaven from end to end. From east to north, and back to south again, the clouds slackened, the stars, trembling on the verge of extinction, guttered in the dawn wind, and the gates of day were ready to open at the trumpet. . .”
Mary Stewart – Madam, Will You Talk?
Inspired by WordPress Photo Challenge – Half-Light
Tathra – Sapphire Coast, NSW – 22 March 2016