Wisps of an early morning fog crawled down from Mt. Tabor and swirled around the crenellations of the rusticated stone pump house and spiked iron fence surrounding the mirror smooth water of the reservoir. In the distance, a peach/pink slit in the clouds along the southern horizon resembled an eyelid opening to let in the light of day. The view of this tranquil scene, reminiscent of a medieval castle on an English moor, was our reward for rising at dawn on a January day to exercise. What a blessing.