I went up a mountain really early on July fourth. No one was there and the morning mist still hadn't finished their caress of the trees and land yet. The sun was up but still hugging the horizon. I sat and enjoyed the view. Breathed deep and realized I'm made of mountain folk. Every time I'm in the mountains I feel refreshed, renewed. It inspired the need to create in me like I hadn't felt in a long time. Luckily I had my sketchbook with me and some colored pencils. I always carry them, but mostly they are just dead weight on my day to day. That morning I was greatfull that I had them. I did 2 quick sketches and enjoyed making them. Hope you do to.