It was early to bed because in the morning, we’d be up well before anyone else.
Awakening in the dark, quietly slipping on clothes and shoes, and tiptoeing off with Dad, careful not to disturb the others.
Meeting the small group in the cold darkness, with just a little light from the moon and stars to lead us on … and Dad’s torch, of course!
Heading down the dirt road, off into the dark bush and up the mountain which was so familiar in the daylight but is now dark and foreboding.
Climbing, climbing, climbing … will we ever get to the top?
Exhausted, hungry, but determined to appear nonchalant in front of my friends.
Finally, there is the summit, and now comes the very early morning light.
Somebody makes a fire and produces … a barbeque breakfast?!
The light intensifies. Over the hills on the other side of the water, the sky begins to change. The stars fade and the sky turns pink, then orange, and then….
There she is. That great ball of fire. The great orange blaze rises up and up. The water reflects her light. We stand there drinking in the beauty.
The sun has risen. The sky is blue. Another day has begun.
This short piece is well-written and inspiring, Suzanne. I would love to use it as a filler in an upcoming The Joy of Family department of the FW Magazine with your permission. Please let me know, and also please include a short bio. A very visual story. Love in Christ, ladybug Karen