And then the sun came and painted the clouds golden — way beyond a mere silver lining. The stars faded before it. And the features of the gorge started to come into clear focus. Words from “Morning has broken” , reverberated in my mind.

“Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning
Born of the one light Eden saw play
Praise with elation, praise every morning
God’s recreation of the new day.”

What a moment.
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