Memories of early summer mornings, when the city is so quiet that the sound of your steps seems the loudest thing in the world. And the Sun is only starting to rise, painting the sky in the softest colours possible. And here it is coming - gigantic golden disk rising from above; the city is changing so quickly, awakening from the deep sleep. And there is a time named Golden Hour, with only 20 minutes of divine lightning, when everything seems like a resurrection of life. And you yourself feel like Sun. Like you are the Light.