Anticipation rose with the sun as we perched on the edge of the canyon, wrapped in our sleeping bags.
It was a 0430 wake up call and it was 100% worth it.
Hazy light melted from a sleepy blue and orange sky and poured over the North Rim. As light fell into the canyon, it tumbled over the towers and ridges in chaotic collections of geometric shapes and beams separated by black and silver shadows.
A great silence filled the canyon, nothing would rival the light for our attention. This was a moment that would not soon be forgotten.