I love the feeling of stepping out of a tent into that yellow haze, the time of morning when the sun is just beginning to greet the ground through the trees. And as the earth welcomes her warmth to steal the frostiness from the air, you feel, in some  profound way, alive.

Is it the newness of the day that draws me from my slumber, when I can tangibly feel the change in the air? Or is it something else?

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