I love this time of year: the sun is up just early enough, the air is crisp, the tourists have gone home for shoulder season, and I have the mountain all to myself.
The sun has just crested the peaks, making colours rich and brilliant as light spills down the hill, the grass is dazzling with dew diamonds,
and the air is fresh and fragrant and twittering madly with bird song. It's hard to describe how it smells, tastes, feels.... like clarity. Like hope, new ideas and unlimited possibility.
Eowyn likes it too.