No, not a screaming baby.
No, not John Wayne's morning hacking and spitting ritual. (Does every man do this?)
No, not the wind blowing 100 miles per hour.
I literally had this view and this buck deer, literally right outside my door, literally.
Obviously, I wasn't in Wild Horse at the trailerhood, obviously.
I had a meeting in Springs at the Garden of the Gods Club.
I love the sunrises on the prairie, but this morning God's beauty with the snow dusted Peak with the Garden of the God's in the fore-ground was spectacular.