Watching the sun come up and sipping hot coffee.

Early morning is the best. It's 4:30, the eastern sky is just beginning to trend from navy to light blue, and the coffee is brewing. There are no sounds except for Lucy, Brad's dog, changing positions, and the hiss of the coffee pot. The palo verde tree's branches are outlined by a darker shade of blue and there is no wind. No sounds of traffic, no barking dogs, no TV, no talking. Early morning is the best.