Sunrise.
Without an alarm, I woke up at 4:00 am. It was one of those mornings when my internal clock set its own alarm so I would not miss the early morning adventure. I shook Kylee (my littlest sister) and told her to wake up. We were going to be "Sun Chasers" as my dad called it with a smile.
This tradtion was one that existed between my dad and Kylee for the last couple of years and this day they were going to let me join. We were going to go see the sun rise over the Grand Canyon.
It was a drive, because we were staying in Williams a route 66 town that was an hour away from the canyon. We drove across the desert watching the glimmer of light dance across the edge of the horizon in a bright low glowing blaze. Anxiously, we watched the clock hoping to make the ridge of the canyon before the sunrise. With but a few minutes to spare, we arrived. The air was chill even though the summer days were hot and I wrapped myself in a blanket as we went to stand on the edge.
Here the Canyon was glorious. It dipped down into a deep valley and rose into pinnacles and peaks that were quiet in the faint dusk. Then over the far right, a brilliant light iced the ridges. Second by second it grew stronger until in one final push it cast its radiant glow over the canyon making it gleam red and yellow. It was awesome a painting done by the hand of God.
"He wraps himself in Light."
-Leilani
