A glorious morning.

July 10, North Creek.

A glorious morning, awaking from so many a heavy night, and the air crisp and clear, the landscape, the colors, sharp, fresh, like a jolt, the way all the senses take it all in, and the smells in the air, no part of this a photograph could attempt to tell, and words similarly fail, the moment is to be lived, for the memory of it is to be but a faint illusion, the memory fails just as quickly.
A glorious morning, a glorious day unfolding, cool and clean as if a giant hand had swiped the horizon anew.