Morningside Cuesta sky watcher

Traipsing through freshly fallen snow and bitter cold, Vale felt at peace. Having embarked on a whim, she left the stone circle in the night. A trail of footprints left in her wake. She would return of course, but the quiet of the early hours of the morning was better enjoyed without the risk of waking your neighbors.

Under the cover of darkness, she continued her trek. The slope of the cuesta nearly indistinguishable having been padded with snow. It was when her paw pushed snow over its edge that she stopped. Stepping back, Vale settled at the edge with a shiver. Body curling, she pulled her legs tight to her side. She looked out to the snow swept fields below.

She would wait there. Watching as the first rays of light crept over of the horizon. Pastel hues leached from the sky onto the snow. A smile worn upon her lips as the sun started its climb. A sense of tranquility overcame her.