Never give up, Never surrender!

Heading east at 6:45 am presents an escape from the harsh realities of concrete. At that time, the pre-dawn purple haze shrouds valleys and highlights the untouched hills from whence my help comes. And then as the purple turns to pink, the next hill unveils the ascending, deliciously molten sphere that would have blinded on a less hazy morning. But as the sun rises, the gray, lifeless, endless concrete of the city conquers the Indian's paradise, which is only to be revealed again at dusk.