Dawn is Rising

by Ali McNabb

The first light of the rising sun creeps over the Eastern mountain range.  A silhouette of a moose swimming across the lake can be seen.  The water is so calm that it barely leaves a ripple.  A mating pair of Sandhill Cranes flies low on the horizon. Dawn is stirring.  

The sun casts orange rays of light through the clouds, creating a purple hue on Jackson Lake.  All is calm.  The air is moist and a chill breeze flows along the beach.  Silence is broken by the call of loons.  As the morning sun grows higher, Mount Moran becomes encased in its light and heat.  Steam rises from the creeks that gurgle in the forest creating a smoking effect up the mountain side.   An Osprey swirls above looking for breakfast.   The moon dips behind Tewinot peak as the sun fully crests over the Gros Ventres.  The fog rises higher over the lake until it dissipates.  A raven caws.  Dawn has arrived.

The fragility of morning reminds one that the simplest of moments are those that require nothing less then for one to rise.  To rise, wake and greet the light of dawn.  It is at this time of day where Mother Nature’s beauty is at its most simple and raw form.  The water and mountains are silent and peaceful.  Light dances with color casting shadows, teasing the eyes.  Creatures of nature begin to stir and forage for the new day. It is time to rise and reflect.  
 

One recalls the joys of yesterday as the final night star disappears.  Yesterday’s experience of paddling across the lake with an open view of the Teton Range is remembered fondly.  The afternoon swim in the bay is cherished for its cleansing powers.  The warm delicious meal eaten around the campfire creates a smile.  A night of endless stars will be kept in memory.  Dawn reminds one of yesterday and allows the imagination to dream about the day beginning.  
 

Rise and bask in the light of dawn.

Written by Ali McNabb