Blue Ridge Morning
April 2, 2023 – North Carolina
Woke up early and chased the light.
The kind that creeps up slow behind the ridgelines, washing everything in soft blues and gold.
Spring hadn’t fully committed yet—just hints of green in the trees, a promise in the air.
Pulled over more times than I care to admit. Just to stare. To frame. To feel.
The Blue Ridge doesn’t ask for much. Just that you be quiet long enough to listen.
It’s a place that reminds you to slow down.
To notice the spaces between things.
And to breathe a little deeper than you did the day before.
