Daybreak
A drive up a foggy winding road at 5 a.m. one Sunday morning, and the mountains welcome us with the most mesmerizing sunrise I've ever seen.
“Dawn is the time when nothing breathes, the hour of silence. Everything is transfixed, only the light moves.”
Having spent most of my life in California, I feel like I don’t even truly understand what the color green looks like. But up north, Washington had some of the most vibrant, lush, and impossibly green trees I’ve ever seen.