Story

Early Morning Solitude. As the morning sun peeked its head above the ridgeline, the last remaining shadows of night slowly evaporated to reveal lush, green, rolling hills. The warm, golden rays of dawn bathed the mountains in light, awakening the vibrant colors from their slumber. It was a gentle reminder that sleep was nothing but a distant glimmer in my eyes. Several hours earlier at the stroke of midnight Rogue and I had set off into the cold mountain air with one thing on our minds, a cosmic light show. Fueled by the strong coffee that surged through my veins, we cut through the darkness tiptoeing along narrow mountain passes as my headlight danced along the path ahead. We were completely blind to the fact that hidden beneath the shroud of twilight lay such dreamlike beauty. Pausing to soak in the comforting embrace of the sun, I watched as Rogue lazily walked ahead, gently bedding down in the soft, flowing grass of the alpine meadow. Easily persuaded and not one to be left out, I let my heavy pack fall from my shoulders beside her. The distant sounds of birds rising with the morning sun faded away as the weight of my eyelids gradual grew too heavy. Before I knew it my dreams and reality had merged into one.