Nighttime fog still cradles Windy Hill, cascading down the slopes, the summits glimpsed occasionally. High above, delicate clouds see a red sunrise far in the east, over the horizon from us on the surface. Dawn approaches. The promise of another day, clear light, another chance. Getting ready for a morning bird transect at Jasper Ridge, I am blessed with this awakening. From our home in Portola Valley Ranch, looking across the Frog Pond toward Windy Hill. 1/17/2024, 7:16 am.