The air is clear and crisp.
This must be what it was like for our forefathers when they foraged for food to feed their growing famil.
Is there anything more beautiful than the forest and meadows at dawn? Hearing a faint rustle in the bushes ahead alerts you, letting you know that you are not the only creature stirring in the early hours before dawn.
A silvery mist clings to the floor of the forest as if it were a living thing reluctant to hand over it\'s existence to the faint glow in the east.
The air is clear and crisp