Those still early mornings when you remember life in the mountains ... I know you feel restless, but my love, it's only your soul recalling you to wonder.
How you treasured your morning ritual. Up at 4 am, into the shower, and out into the dark with your hair still wet. 3 miles down the winding, empty two-lane highway.
You were so enchanted by it all. The scent of the trees. The sound of the night creatures. The rustle of coyotes ghosting through the brush. You liked to think they were as amused by you as you were by them.
Stars winked out. The sky lightened as you walked. And the world belonged only to the daring.
Always treasure that time. Your joy in the morning sets you apart.