Not a sound to be heard, just a beginning of a foggy day break . The sun was minutes away from rising, the occasional flow of fog remained me that this morning in Yellowstone is not for the heat lovers…it was chilly and still. The pair of trumpeters stayed anchored to their water spot, almost transfixed by the same Yellowstone moments that I was. It was surreal, beyond quiet…in my mind it was not a moment, it lasted forever.