The sky was a deep orange color. It was early and the dawn was on its way. The observatory at the summit was clearly visible against the back drop of the growing light.
To the west, the full moon was just beginning to sink into the ocean, only to find its way to rise again at sunset.
A song bird with a surprisingly loud voice scolded me for several minutes, seeking to remind me that I was the intruder here. The heavy fragrance of plumeria filled my senses. I was not in Colorado any longer.
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