It’s dark and quiet. I’m up and awake waiting for the blush in the east. Just a little longer says the still hour. So, I wait. 

Coffee is my friend. We share an easy silence and look out for the hills. But they have been eaten by the night. They will come back to life. In just a little while..

I’m an hour away from home, camping in a little weekend getaway house. Green and hilly, it is quiet and a welcome change. Now all I need is some of that beautiful sunshine to run some new roads…