Morning yawns slowly awake. The sun shimmers over the hillsides, reflecting off of the water, while the chilly morning fog rolls over the still lake.

I exit my cabin in the early morning, watching the fish disrupt the stillness of the lake, jumping for the many bugs skitting over the top. I yawn with the morning, feeling as if all the problems of the world have slipped away and only this moment, right here, matters.