There are lots of things to complain about when you awake at 4:30 am, on travel, with a painful throat and nose thing going on.
What is wonderful and fully incapable of being conveyed through standard photography is the enchanted domed sky in the still-dark backyard. There, in the last slice of shadow before the day awakes, the moon is a razor thin crescent and Orion sprawls across the sky and it is like the whole universe has been spun into a ball and laid at your feet as the ultimate gift.
And because it's too damn beautiful you can't accept the gift, so you give it right back. Later, after the dazzle of starshine has faded, you will think how lucky it was to dodge the bullet of being responsible for all that glory.
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