At the Mather point overlook, the sunlight hit peaks of the mile-high rocks, just as when its middle portion are still blue. Shadows and highlights moved faster than my own head movements. I pulled my jacket, scarf and hat closer to my body. It's 7:07AM, in a bitter -2 degree winter morning. This is my first time to catch the sunrise at the Grand Canyon.
I've been here for a day, but it's difficult to fathom the grandiose Canyon at first glance. Mainly because people just might be too tired when they arrive. Visitors often come a long way...
