Morning

It's very much nicer to walk across the Alex Fraser Bridge at 2:00 in the morning, than at rush hour.  It's even nicer to walk across the bridge at 4:30 in the morning, when the sky is starting to lighten, enough so that you don't have to worry about dead street lamps and dark shadows, and possible holes in the pavement, and you can see the light along the edge of the sky to the northeast that indicates where the sun is going to come up.

It's also nice to know that, even after the pandemic, which closed everything, that there is at least one Tim Hortons that is still open all night.

And, this morning, I finally got a great sunrise.  Just as I got to the crest of the bridge, the sun was not *quite* ready to come up behind Golden Ears, and the sun's rays and shadows formed a gorgeous pattern through the various peaks.  The sun wasn't quite over the horizon, and it wasn't even touching the tops of the pylons (which are about 500 feet high), but I could see it already reflecting off Delta Rise from about the 25th to the 30th floors.  And then, in what seemed like an instant, the sun was up, and I was in sun, and the full height of the pylons was illuminated.