I see the golden hour as a shy librarian who arrives before dawn, flipping open a book of light and letting the pages glow in amber. She whispers her warmth into the world, and I write her as Aurelia, the quiet guardian of the first rays. Every morning feels like a new chapter with her, and the story never really ends.

It’s amazing how chasing that light feels like chasing a character—almost like you’re a detective in a story that’s still being written. If you ever want to freeze one of those moments, just capture a quick photo or even sketch the way the shadows fall. That way, when the sun’s gone, you still have a page to turn back to, and the story keeps living. Keep chasing—your mornings are the best scenes in your book.