I had gotten three hours of sleep before my alarm clock woke me up. But I knew there was some strange reason I had done this to myself. So by five in the morning, I was back on the road again, aiming myself into Toronto. I reached Polson Pier just before six. The wind and cold were wicked that morning. My iPhone told me it was -10C. I quickly set up my camera at the pier’s edge; two huge cargo ships were busy getting loaded. But my interest was in the Toronto skyline. The sky was still dark, with no sign of the sun yet saves a sliver of light on the eastern horizon obscured by the few buildings dotting the portlands. The Hearn Stack was towering above me, and the sunrise from the roof of the old station would be just as good. By quarter after the sky started turning a clear blue, I could see the clouds turning pink along the eastern sky. The sun’s influence was starting to warm up the area, but I was so cold from standing outside for almost an hour. This better be worth it. The Royal Bank tower was glowing like crazy, and the sun would come up any time now. And then it hit.
Worth it. I quickly retired back to my car, did a quick packing job and hit up the Balzac’s in the nearby Distillery District.