There is a restful stillness in the morning light. Even on the days when the loudest voice in my head is me, reminding myself "the sum of your tips is not equal to the the sum of your worth." The moments of morning light carry through out my day when I go with Suzanne to interview and photograph farmers, because when I hear people talk with great passion about local food and their love for the land and these mountains, I have faith in the world again. I carry the lightness of the morning till the evening light falls her tresses all warm on my shoulders and I remember that the service industry is not forever, and my lease ends in July, and come August all roads are moonlit and unknown.
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