Fahad Raza

Overnight it was frost.
By sunrise it looked like gold.

Same window. Same ice.
Just different light.

Funny how that works.

First from the phot walk we did today around committee chowk, bhaabra bazar, and murree road.

Woke up feeling like a browser with 37 tabs open and nothing loading.
Stepped out on the balcony hoping the skyline would sort me out—but Toronto had other plans.
Fog thick enough to lose your thoughts in. The CN Tower? Barely there. Looked like it ghosted the city.

Shot some frames anyway. Because if the light doesn’t know what it’s doing, then I guess I’m in good company.

Some mornings are just a vibe check from the universe.

This one said: “You’re not lost. You’re just… buffering.”

“There was never a night or a problem that could defeat sunrise or hope.” — Bernard Williams

Didn’t sleep much. One of those nights. But then the sun came up—like it always does—and I caught it rising behind the CN Tower from my balcony. No fanfare. Just light slicing through the concrete and cold, like it had something to prove.

Sunrise isn’t soft. It’s stubborn. It shows up even when everything feels heavy. Especially when everything feels heavy.

🍁