I could see my breath this morn­ing as I walked into the naked air. The sun had bare­ly been up for an hour, imper­cep­ti­ble behind lines of hous­es and trees, but cast­ing a faint orange glow on every­thing around me. The chilly morn­ing breeze was a sign that glo­ri­ous morn­ing weath­er has already begun.