Sunrise in Fitch Bay, a village thirty minutes' drive away from
Magog.
It would have been sunrise hour, except for the huge blanket of fog that obscured everything.
Mid-September and it must have been only 8 degrees Celsius.
After-dinner marshmallow roast on the same exact spot, with a fire going.
We could hear coyotes around us, which became increasingly chilling.
Better luck finding the sun two days later, when it was much warmer as well.
Waiting for it to come up over the forest meant it took about an hour after the actual sunrise.
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