Sun, sun, sun, here it comes. — George Harrison
When I try to recall a memorable sunrise, none rivals the sun coming up in the Grand Canyon.
The day I saw the sun rise in the Grand Canyon, it was a festive time. People showed up in the pitch dark with blankets and heavy jackets and thermoses of coffee. We sat on the rim rocks and talked and joked and told about the places we lived. We gathered for a ringside seat at the show. And nature did not disappoint.
It was the waiting in the cold darkness that made those first rays so welcome. It was getting up at 4:30 to drive in what seemed like the middle of the night. It was sitting with strangers to get a canyon-side vantage point. It was the shared anticipation. The dark gives us an appreciation of the light.
Little darling It’s been a long, cold lonely winter. Little darling It feels like years since it’s been here.
Here comes the sun, Here comes the sun, and I say It’s all right.
How about you? When you have witnessed a spectacular, memorable sunrise?
Linking up with a song-inspired party, Song-ography, where the theme this week is George Harrison’s classic, “Here Comes the Sun.”