fiveThe next morning, I wake up a little later than usual, so I don’t have as long to drink tea and sit on my patio, watching the sun slowly rise behind the mountains.
There are rarely true sunrises around here. Usually, the sky just gradually lightens, since the sun itself is hidden behind a mountain until it’s too far up in the sky for there to be stunning shades of pink and orange on display.
Sometimes, you get lucky if you’re in exactly the right position. But, from my patio, all I see is that slow lightening of the sky.
It’s Sunday, and it’s common practice for people to sleep in today—I assume that’s true of the residents of Eagle’s Rest as much as it is the rest of the world. I don’t sleep in, however. I don’t think I’m capable of it anymore.
As it is, getting up just after five
