Artist’s Note — Awakening Light

I felt the first warmth of the sun. It didn’t rise gently, it poured across the valley. From the crest of the hills downward, autumn’s color awakened all at once, as if light had been waiting to take its turn.

In that instant, the lake was no longer waiting for day; it became day. The trees glowed, the mist pulled back, and there was only the quiet certainty that everything had begun again.