Good morning from twin lakes. I woke up early and walked outside. Beautiful. I heard everyone grumble. “valley thinks everything is beautiful,” as they rolled over to go back to bed. An hour later, a storm rolled in and it all went grey and frigid. “real beautiful morning, valley.” then I showed them the pictures I took.
As they say, the early bird…
Although you made no mention of tequila, it helps with beautiful mornings as well. Slip that in your comrade’s coffee sometime.