I have never been a “morning person,” though I find while here at Mittry Lake, the wee small hours of the morning just before dawn have become my favorite time of day.   The heat has long subsided into cool, heavy dew that hovers over the lake.   I can almost feel the weight of the cooler air as it seeps through my windows in my corner bed, pressing me ever further beneath the covers.  The coolness of the night is one of the things I have learned to cherish about the desert.  Continue reading →