I was in one of Salt Lake City’s downtown hotels Sunday morning. It offered a rather delicious view of the Oquirrh Mountain range on the west side of the Salt Lake Valley.
At just the right time, when the sun was rising, bringing blue sky with snowy mountain horizon into light of a day.
I was writing. Yet, the sunrise sequence teased my gaze. First only to the wide skies, pink with anticipation. Then a minute later to the tips of the Oquirrhs. Then a minute later to the full height of the Oquirrhs. Then a couple of minutes later, light to half of the valley.
What delight.
And then into a day, delighted by such view, I wrote further, surrendered to beauty. So simple, yet so monumental, the returning of the sun to a new day.