morning.
5:04 am. alarm buzzes soft.
its cold. the good kind of cold. the cold that waits for coffee when you slip out of bed.
Family in the kitchen, whispering morning mumbles, awaiting the dripping coffee pot on the edges of the counter. Eggs crackling on the stove, toast surging in the toaster. sunrise pushing on the edges of the mountains, waiting for its turn.
sometimes all it takes is a four year olds birthday party, local beer, breathtaking views, good company and some good old fashioned trout catching to let the good times roll.
Cheers to Canada.
