Editor’s letter In that instant, dawn was a balancing act. Like a frozen trompe l’oeil, it was static and devoid of life. Perhaps they thought time had stopped? Well, they hadn’t opened the door of their dream world to the quivering of the waking world, hadn’t picked up the street’s invisible epicenter, were oblivious to the air as it thundered and stormed about. A frequency, a fluctuation. Light dawned in all its magnitude. Day had broken. Aude Revier Postcard by Magali Brueder Her alcohol-based markers glide across the layout paper, as she mixes colors at will. In her Paris studio, this graphic designer creates illustrations based on photos taken during her travels. This month, a nod to Yellowstone Park, which she visited in 2016 on a family trip through the American West. 8