Fall Colors - Lake Sabrina - First Light 2

Cold enough to see my breath. Silence dominates. A faint breeze whispers "good morning." The last star of the night vanishes as the sky transitions from the black of slumber to the dark blue of dawn. No one else is about. The day is young - no need to hurry. Silhouettes become apparent details, hue returns to color, the first hints of morning light reveal the awesome grandeur of the landscape and fills my spirit with the celebration of a new day. This is my favorite time of the day.