Pale blue light stirs as the golden sun peaks over the mountain, turning the shimmering snow covered valley into a soft orange hue.  Somewhere in the distance, the first morning bird chirps, it’s echo dancing around the canyon walls behind me. The crisp dawn air smells of soothing pine trees.  Steam from my coffee dances upwards, disappearing into the blue mist.  I settle into my chair a little deeper, completely appreciating the glory of my surrounding.