I know what ya mean on both(?) accounts.
The place where I hunt the most, is a long valley that's headed up on the west end by mountains. The lower (East) end is wide open. Many a time, I've sat on a stand, up in the mountain, and watched the sun coming up. The sky growing light and that pinkish hew that starts to show right before ole SOL makes his peek over the edge. The way the whole valley glistens from a heavy frost. The quiet that comes with snow. Makes ya hope a deer don't come easing up over the ridge.
O' course if one does come sneeking around, I'm liable to go to busting up my tranquility, but we just have to set there and see what happens.
He took me!
Wish you were here.
Proud Parent of a Marine