For just a few moments each morning, the first light reaches Mt. Whitney and turns the snow-covered peaks to fire while the valleys below remain in shadow. Then, almost as quickly as it appears, the color fades and the mountain returns to gray stone and snow. It is one of those fleeting, ephemeral moments that exists for only a minute or two—easy to miss, impossible to hold onto, and all the more beautiful because it never lasts.
For just a few moments each morning, the first light reaches Mt. Whitney and turns the snow-covered peaks to fire while the valleys below remain in shadow. Then, almost as quickly as it appears, the color fades and the mountain returns to gray stone and snow. It is one of those fleeting, ephemeral moments that exists for only a minute or two—easy to miss, impossible to hold onto, and all the more beautiful because it never lasts.
