The world was quiet as the rising sun slowly peaked into the valley. The cold air numbed my fingers as I explored a place I love before the first rays of sunlight hit it. The remnants of mist still hung above the flowing creek and mourning doves called out into the morning. A few trees were sprinkled with color, while others stood naked and bare against the colors of the morning sky. As my car carried me towards home, the sun sparkled through the frosty air, over the hills, and into the valley. What a beautiful morning.