Waking up to the sun turning the mountains shades of pink and orange is one of the sweetest moments in my life right now. We sleep with the windows open and the shade raised ever so slightly to let the breeze whisper across us. The first thing I see every morning across the roof tops are the Bridgers backlit with the rising morning. It's still dark, so all there is to see is the outline of the range and the glow of the dawn. There is something very 'other than' in the minutes before the birds begin to sing. I want to hold my breath so as not to disturb the stillness, so as not to let go of (to hold within me) the sense of something beautiful about to happen.
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