Mottled gravel spans routes beneath rails, seizing the horns of industrialism blaring amidst a dew-filled morning. I attend a winged commencement conversing the coming of winter's blessings stooped nestled inside evergreen shrubbery, as windy vibrations gently skim chipped lilac, cradling warmth filled with notions and soothing content, I look out beyond the horizon soft blue mist while capturing dawn’s narrative behind a dimmed lens, and I must say, these hills are amazing.