At First Light

I had an early morning where I was able to sneak away from the house for a couple of hours.

There was enough light to see although the sun had not yet broke the horizon. I grabbed the dogs and the Gator and headed across the river.

The hay field was layered with a soft white blanket of fog, there was no breeze and everything felt still and solemn.

The dogs were leading the way up the hill on the skid road as I powered my way up with the Gator, we traversed the hillside to see if the deer or elk had been visiting but only saw a smattering of deer prints, imprints on the tread tracks we had made the day before. The trail cam had not captured any images from the last 48 hours.

Once on the top of the hill, I headed over the back side where I wanted to pick up a small load of wood that had been cut yesterday. The dogs were off scenting the forest while I worked in pleasant solitude. It wasn’t long before I noticed the sun had made its way to this dark side of the hill and was streaming through the tall firs that tower above.

It was one of those moments where it nearly takes your breath away it was so glorious.

We are such fragile beings in the vastness of our world and it is good to take the time to enjoy the wonders even when it doesn’t seem extraordinary from seeing it every day.