It was the last weekend at camp, and the first weekend of fall. As I woke up for a glass of water around 6 a.m., I couldn’t help but notice a soft glow coming through the window.

In the brisk morning, the lake appeared to be smoking, as the cold air moved over warmer water. While the sun rose in the east, the bright starburst reds, pinks, and yellows leaked over the mountains. To the west, the scene was reminiscent of shadow lands, a perfect juxtaposition of warm and cold, of heavenly and dreary.