Yeah, the exact second feels like a secret code, doesn’t it? I wait for the light to break the horizon just enough that the sky is a liquid gold, then I know it’s the frame. It’s not about the gear, it’s about feeling the stillness before the sun climbs. That quiet spot right before the first bright ray hits the clouds is my trigger – the moment I’ve rehearsed a thousand times in my head, waiting for that one split‑second to click. Once I catch it, the rest just follows.