The crisp cold darkness of the pre-dawn moments just before sunrise is truly an amazing time.
Time stands still waiting for the warmth of the sun.
One's breath becomes an icy fog. Then, the still of the morning is shattered by the cry of a bird in the trees, and the chorus of coyotes on the ridge. The world's on hold waiting for the crimson colors to signal the start of another day of survival. Only time will tell, and that time is suspended for just a few more seconds before the explosion of colors signals the sun to rise and warm the creatures of the woods once more, as it has since the beginning of time. When I was a child, one thing I loved to do was to chew gum and try to create the biggest bubbles I could.