“Gray skies are just clouds passing over.” Duke Ellington
Glancing out the window the other morning I encountered a glorious sunrise. Waves of color filled the horizon before disappearing behind bleak winter clouds within a minute or two. No camera handy, but for the rest of that gloomy day the mental snapshot of morning beauty lifted my spirits.
Seeing that fleeting sunrise reminded me of a February winter visit to the Grand Canyon my brother and I made years ago. Three mornings in a row we got up at 4:30AM to catch the sunrise from different points around the Canyon where cars couldn’t go.
On the bus that took us to the lookout points, the driver told us in summer thousands of people line each place to catch the sunrise, but where he dropped us off we were the only ones there.
My brother and I also made an effort to catch evening sunsets. Even in winter, viewing spots were packed with people.
One evening after catching this last gasp of sunset we decided to wait for everyone to clear out and catch the next bus back to the lodge. I carefully packed my camera away, but five minutes later I quickly pulled it out when the skies erupted with incredible beauty.
We may not always see God’s heavenly paintbrushes at work when gray skies abound and things are getting dark around us, but if we look up from our insular lives every now and then we might encounter something unexpected and glorious, like a sunrise or this sunset.
“The Heavens declare the glory of God…” (Psalm 19:1)
grace, peace & glorious beauty
Virginia : )
“Creation is a miracle of daily recurrence. ‘A miracle a minute’ would not be a bad slogan for God.” George Bernard Shaw