He stirred. His eyelids fluttered open, slowly. He looked out at the scene before him. Spreading out from his aerie vantage point were the foothills supporting this mammoth of a mountain. They were a panoply of bright, vivid colors from the autumnal foliage decorating the branches of the hardwood forests which grew here all about. The glowing reds of maples, the golden yellows of poplars and oaks, the radiant oranges of ash and black cherry. Weaved into this tapestry were the cool greens of the softwoods, huge specimens of hemlock, pine and fir. It was a shimmering scene of colors come alive as the morning sun warmed the air which had collected in the valley below overnight, starting the breezes which distributed the cool, clean air up, down, and all around the mountainsides. It was still very early. Even the birds had woken up just a short while ago. It was still. It was serene. It was a sight to behold...

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