It’s not that I need a reason to get up at 5 a.m., hit the road at 6, and begin running at 7. But it helps when the air is crisp and cool. When the first light reveals colors not seen in these mountains for years. So Sunday’s 15-mile trail run in Sycamore Canyon was a gift. The rain has brought out grass, flowers, bushes, the sound of water in creeks, and animals. Two years ago it smelled like fire here. The landscape seemed like little more than a barren reference to Mad Max. How quickly nature recovers!