Dawn comes more slowly in the valley. I’m in one now in Mahwah, New Jersey. I’ve watched the sun brighten the sky around us, and the dark shapes of the surrounding hills. As the sun rises the high points are hit with that first morning light. I watch a distant house on a hill brighten into a laser reflecting sunlight to my hotel window. Closer to where I am the hills grow pink as the suns rays cast what warmth it can muster on this frigid day. The pink glow on the cliffs and trees slowly inch downward until finally, the sun light shines on me, huddled in my car as it warms up and eventually warms me too. Dawn has come in Mahwah.