Thawing Timpanogos

We rushed to make it to the scene on time. Frozen roads at negative five degrees are not conducive to beating the sun in a race. Clouds on the horizon had parted while the inversion layers remained. Fog rested at the base of Timpanogos, while high golden clouds adorned her. We made it here just in time to see the coronation of the peaks with light. The river appeared to be warmer than my fingers as I fired the shutter. Nearly frostbitten, I stopped to admire the perfection within the scene. The reflection of the warm sunrise in the near-frozen stream contrasted its frigid surroundings. Spring was near, and the melt had begun.