It's just after seven. The sun has yet to crest over the peaks of the mountain. The air is crisp, and cool. Wrapped up in a sweater, with a cup of tea in my hands, I could stand here forever... or at least for the morning. Or a number of mornings. I wonder how many people take this for granted?
Good morning, mountains. I'm glad you called.
With Gratitude.
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