12 is waking up to my mother gently shaking me, telling me to wake up, we need to see the sunrise over the Grand Canyon. I put on my sweater and boots and jacket and we hurry, hurry, hurry to our car so we can see the sky turn from night to day. As we drive along the twisty paths of the national park, I think, We’re leaving the park today, and we’re seeing a sunrise to welcome the day. When we arrive at the spot to view the sunrise, there are already some people there, but I don’t see anything but shadows, shrouding the great Grand Canyon below. The sky above is a deep, dark blue, the moon fading and the stars gone. The frigid morning air chills me to my bones, despite all the layers of clothing I wear. I wait in anticipation, and finally,
