What a sweet, calm sunrise to welcome me solo after so long - welcoming to get the best of this mountain in central Oregon. Whispers of mist, in twilight’s trance, Tiny, delicate figures dance. On peaks they twirl, in mornings pale, With silken steps, through the valley’s veil. Sunrise waltzes, a golden gleam, Upon the stage of the morning’s dream. Emerald slopes, like audience spread, Watch foggy dancers as they fled. In muted hues of lavender light, Their ballet fades into the bright. Ephemeral, their fleeting waltz, With dawn’s first kiss, the mist absolves. A fleeting moment, beauty’s lore, Evanescent as a dreamers’ store. On mountain tops, where fog aligns, Till sunrise claims its tender vines.