The sunrise was perfect this morning. I woke up at around 6:30 to the sounds of nature outside my tent. It was still extremely quiet compared to the loudness we're used to at home (though most of us don't notice it from being used to it). I unzipped the door and stepped out into the crisp morning air. It was only a little bit cold, not even enough for a hoodie. I looked around. Now clear in the barely rising sun were the mountains surrounding our campsite. They weren't extraordinarily tall, but it was oddly comforting to be enclosed in a small clearing between the hills. I gazed east towards the rising sun. Blue, pink, and orange painted the horizon, half-illuminating the hills behind me. The view was fantastic. This is what I live for, damnit. I didn't ruin the moment by taking a picture. Being in nature today was the perfect start to the vacation I didn't know I needed, especially after my frantic state of mind during finals week. In the spirit of camaraderie, me and my friend climbed that hill to look out in the horizon later that evening.
As soon as I got to the top and the wind started blowing on my face, all thoughts vanished, and I disconnected.
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