"Wake up," he said. "You've got to see this." So I rolled out of bed and over to the window, where we sat and looked, and looked, wondering for a moment if we were seeing islands in a calm sea, or the mountains from the night before, peeking up through the low clouds that had rolled in overnight.
And we watched the sun come up. Quickly. By mid-morning, the valley, uncovered. "To think," I said, "this happens every morning. If we'd only take the time to see."