I was surprised by the grey gloom of an August morning in the depths of Zion. But, far above, the moon was suspended in a blue sky as if nestling just beyond the distant canyon rim. The bright angled early sun highlighted details in the vertiginous cliffs. Wonder lay upon me, light and uplifting. How amazing to stand here, deep within a water-carved cleft, craning my neck to take in a line of sunlit rock a couple of thousand feet above. How lovely is this green valley amidst a wilderness of rock.