Anxious to see the sunrise paint the canyon’s walls, I desperately rushed over to find it just to have my breath stolen from me. If I were to describe the Grand Canyon in one word, it would be: breathtaking. It was a word I never understood until this cold morning.
I think I sat in different spots around the rim, watching the light fill the canyon for over an hour.
“This is what mornings should be like,” was all I could think. In that moment, I was content and appreciative to witness nature’s beauty.