Day breaks, 11 am. The rising sun peeks over the mountains, almost from due south. Two weeks or so, and the dawns will start creeping back by a few minutes every morning. It's moments like these that remind me why I love home so much; moments when I am forced to realize how beautiful this place is. No longer can I fear I will never again feel the unmistakeable warmth only the sun can give. No longer will I think that the darkness will cover everything. No more do I worry that I will always be cold.

Or at least until the sun goes down, but that's alright because it comes back up just as spectacularly tomorrow morning.