After a night dancing under the full moon in the desert outside of Los Angeles, California, seeing the sun rise over the mountains seemed like the right thing to do at 5:00am. Seize the day, right? I headed in the direction of the brightening sky and climbed to the top of the nearest hill. At the top of it, I realized I was at the start of the mountain ranges of the Mojave Desert where the ridge of each mountain seemed to be higher than the last. I continued on, climbing up and down for what seemed like forever. Finally, at a certain point, the sun had risen high enough that it came over the top of the ‘last’ mountain and there I was.