The world is so beautiful at dawn. There was a perfect amount of haze on the mountains this morning while I was driving home. Obedient rows of emerald grape vines, a rancher herding his cattle. The hills were like an amber ocean, and the mountains were layered on each other, each dimmer than the one in front, until they blended with the sky. My words can’t do it justice, I need to start taking my camera on Sundays.