Morningside Cuesta sky watcher

“Ah. I see.” He replied, “Not all mornings are this perfect.”

She leaded back, pointing her muzzle to the sunrise, and with this, he too lifted his muzzle. The sun slowly crept over the hills, turning the sky an ever so delicate powder blue, before it would turn to a white later on. The sunlight lit the whole of the valley, as it reflected upon the snow. It truly was beautiful, but he brought his attention back to her question: “No, actually. I was on my way to go fishing. Early mornings are best cause the fish are just waking up and looking for breakfast.” “The sunrise is a bonus though. How about you? Any plans once the sun rises?”