Watching the Sunrise

I sit on the bench at the top of Primrose Hill. The cold is biting at my cheeks, the wind blowing my hair into a wild disarray. Shakily, I raise my camera, and feel nothing as I press the record button - too numb. But none of these feelings, or lack of, matter. All that matters is what is on my camera screen, what is coming into my vision. The sun slowly creeps above the horizon, pulling us out of the darkness, setting the sky on fire. It takes a few seconds before my eyes can adjust. Bewildered, my camera lowers slightly, as I strive to see the real thing rather than a pixelated copy on a small screen. Pinks, purples, blues, reds, oranges. It's so beautiful. I breathe out in wonder, and steam swirls from my mouth, magically dancing in my peripheral vision. London's skyline is now merely a silhouette as the sun continues to rise.