In the depths of darkness each heart is filled with the hope of dawn's radiant light. We each wait in anticipation for signs of morning's first reassuring rays: having faith that each glorious beam of light will melt away the worries of night.
Vines of Beauty
From the moment we saw the first valleys of vines, there had been endless dialogue and search for the perfect way in which to see a Napa Valley sunrise: one of the very things on my "bucket list." Part of me couldn't believe that I might actually witness such a moment: it was something I thought might just live in the beauty of my mind till the end of my days, never becoming a true part of my memory. Not only did I get to witness the magnificence of a Napa Valley sunrise, I got to share it with some of the most meaningful people in my life.
Our final morning in Napa was upon us. When we went to sleep that night there still wasn't a clear plan as to how this hopeful feat of beauty was exactly going to be executed. We all merely had blind faith that somehow it would just "happen." At 5:45 a.m. that morning, we walked out into the quietness of the world looking for the sunrise.
As we walked into the stillness of the world, we realized we were surrounded by a thick encompassing fog. We could hardly see the tops of the rolling hills, let alone any beams of light piercing through the blanket of haze. But one unexpected road led to another, which led to another: each privy to its own special glimpse of the sunrise. Each new spot created a different and equally beautiful glimpse of the dawn. It was nothing any of us could have ever expected or imagined. It was far more glorious and memorable: each of us knowing that beneath that thick fog there still be the promise of a brand new glorious day.
A Beauty All Its Own
Was the sunrise what I had imagined it to be like in my mind? No. It was far more glorious and memorable than I could have ever created for any of us. For a brief moment it seemed as if my life was standing completely still. For a moment life was completely mine to have. There was no Cystic Fibrosis, there was no thoughts of the future, no thoughts of past pains, there was just that very moment and the beautiful breath that filled me with life. I truly believe it will not only be a single moment, but several glorious moments from that morning's sunrise that we all remember. I think the appropriateness and symbolism of that morning's fog was all too relatable to the course of events all our lives. That even beneath the thickest of morning fog, there will always lie the brightest and most beautiful rays of sun: giving hope to a new day.