To say I love mornings is an understatement. On the ranch, I cherish those quiet hours before the day fully wakes—pulling on my heavy robe, brewing a cup of coffee, and settling in to organize my day.
This morning, though, I left early for a doctor’s appointment, and my view shifted from the barn and cattle to the winding country road. The grass shimmered with frost. The cows stood lazily in the fields. The mountains faded into a soft haze. Two deer lingered near the road, and in the distance I could see steam rising from the hot springs affectionately known as the cowboy hot tub.
Everywhere I looked, there was something worth stopping for—a photograph I didn’t have time to take. Low clouds hung over the hills while the sun pushed gently through them. Frost glazed the landscape, making everything feel sharper, brighter, almost luminous.
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