Grand Canyon

road trip to the South Rim // Part II

By Lauren di Matteo

Written By Nicole Bravo

We rose in the cold darkness of a star-filled sky to make it to the canyon by first light. The heavens were just changing from black to midnight blue when we settled ourselves upon a freezing rock, waiting for what was to come. You know what happens next, we all do. Since the beginning of time, our months, our seasons, our years are marked by these seemingly insignificant 24-hour increments, which we call days.

Every morning he comes and every evening he finishes his course without effort. And yet, there is nothing like it in the world. Though every day of every year is marked by this rising and setting, not one is ever the same. The streaks of color are never identical in shape and shade, the rays never spread to exactly the same place. And so we wait, watching our breath form like a fog before us as we shiver. Huddled together with eyes fixed on the horizon, we wait expectantly for our hope to be realized.

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“This grand show is eternal. It is always sunrise somewhere; the dew is never all dried at once; a shower is forever falling; vapor is ever rising. Eternal sunrise, eternal sunset, eternal dawn and gloaming, on sea and continents and islands, each in its turn, as the round earth rolls.”