Sunrises 1

I thought I had missed the peak, but as I walked the sidewalk with coffee in hand, I saw Storm Peak aglow in deep pinked beauty. It was a wonderful surprise, wholly unexpected; but then, 'wholly unexpected' is so often the way of the truly holy. Maybe that is part of what makes it holy. It is that which is so far beyond expectation, so other, that its confrontation of us leaves us in awed wonder. We are stunned still before it because it is the only appropriate response, and the only possible response.