Last week, I woke up at 4 am to see the dawn with two dear friends. We wanted to witness the birth of a new day from a mountain not far from where we live.
When we parked the car, it was almost pitch black, the lights of civilization twinkling down in the valley. We slowly climb, our steps unsteady on the slippery snowy surface until we reach the peak. In the sky above us, the black colour was slowly but steadily living place to the blue. And then the horizon started to bleed.
It wasn't perfect, yet it couldn't be more perfect.
Clouds were hiding the rising sun. We couldn't find a spot with a clear view towards the east. The fog covered part of the valley, so we couldn't see much. I forgot to recharge my headlamps, so they were useless. During the descent back to the car, I fell a few times. And we finally made it to the hut, already savouring our morning breakfast; it was closed.
However, nothing seemed a problem. We were so happy, untroubled and in awe that every hiccup was an opportunity to laugh, making the day even better.
Good friends, nature and awe transform any potential upset into a magical setup.