That, my friends, is my definition of luxury. Ponder on it a while. I pity the folks who have everything but the time and sense to sit a while and watch the sun mosey up over the mountains, painting the underbellies of the clouds pink and lilac and tangerine and gold. The dearest treasures are those that we know we can hold for only a few moments.
There's no photo to share. You'll just have to take my word for it. And find your own sunrise.