We get up pretty early here on Hippy Hill. I like mornings the best. When I was young, wild, and free, the bright lights of big city nights were my favorite. Now I enjoy the quiet beginning of a brand new day.
Today the mist that precedes a scorcher lingered on the hill.
Monday’s pretty pink sunrise before the week’s monsoon rains.
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Your words were pleasant and all the images great! But I especially like the last one!!! Great colors and composition!