Life from Death
There are no days that can compare with those of the early spring in Northern Wisconsin. Upon waking up in the wee hours, just before the sun comes up, the frost is still crisp on the ground as the stars are still shining overhead. Down in the valley, you can hear the rushing water of the creek, full to the brim from the newly melted snow of the winter.
Then, as the sun begins to ascend in the heavens and show itself in the treetops, the first life of the year begins to awaken.