Morning. Crisp and clear. Hughes of yellow, orange, and purple. Emerging from the warmth and comfort of bed. Stretch and slide feet into soft, fuzzy slippers. The kettle is on the stove, and the dogs are munching on their food. Pjs. Carhartt jacket. Boots. Gloves. Time to feed the horses. Horses whinny. Coyotes howl and yip. Dogs bark and growl. Rooster crows. Birds sing. The moon fades into the morning light. The sun hides behind the mountain peaks. A new dawn. An old, yet new routine. Eggs sizzle in the pan. Coffee brews in the french press. Today, my husband…