Lucky are those who happen to find themselves standing in the welcoming atmosphere of the early morning. When a foreigner to these parts wouldn't be able to recognize the coming of dawn. The sky, still blanketed with the beady white eyes of the constellations above have stayed awake all night shining conspicuous spotlights on the peepers whose coos are becoming fainter, but still dancing to the rhythm of the night.It's hard to wrap your head around the notion that soon this moment will be over. Dark will become light as fast as light became dark. The cycle is down to a science but ever so unexplained. These hours, though seen by many are recognized by few. The air is sweet with newly restored energy. Soon all that will remain is the layer of fog that will descend from the mountains, closing and welcoming a new day.