In a misty morning, on the edge of time

I woke up this Sunday morning around six. The person next to me asks me if I want to go and look at the sunrise on Mont Royal. I have never been asked this question before but I immediately knew that as long as I live in Montreal there will be one answer to it and it will always be "I do". I check my phone and see that sunrise will be at 7.03 am, so off we went.

The story of the illuminated cross on Mont Royal dates back to 1642. Paul Chomedey the governor and founder of Montreal, is afraid that his Fort of Ville-Marie (now Montreal) will be destroyed due to sever flooding of the Saint Lawrence river, he prays to the holy virgin and promises to plant a cross on the mountain if he gets to keep his new colony. His prayer is answered and the 6th of January 1643 the cross is carried up by the man himself. The current cross was constructed in 1924 and illuminated the sky of Montreal for the first time on Christmas eve.
This morning there was nothing illuminating the sky of Montreal. 

We did not see the sunrise, we didn't even see the city.

This picture was taken at the same exact spot about a month before so a more winter version of this is what we should have been seeing. 

     

We might not have seen much on our misty walk this morning but we got to enjoy a more mysterious side of Montreal.

I kept on having this song in my head.

"In the misty morning, on the edge of time

We've lost the rising sun, a final sign ...

As the misty morning rolls away to die

Reaching for the stars, we blind the sky"

                                 (Black Sabbath)