The Spaces Between Your Fingers

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Jason talked about his trip to the mountains of Shenandoah National Park, located in Virginia. He said that to this day, seeing that sunrise from the view of Stony Man Mountain is still the most awe-inspiring thing he has seen.

    “Yeah, but why’s it gotta be this early? Can’t we just, like, look it up online or something?”

Once again, I am ignored by my mom. She’s determined to get us to the peak of Stony Man Mountain before the sun rises, even if it means dragging her whining, tired 11 year old son, me, along. The lack of sunlight is keeping the already chilly fall air from getting any warmer, and I didn’t even bring a second layer of clothes. There aren’t even any cool looking bears out here, just stupid rocks and dirt and other stuff I don’t care about.

“C’mon now Jason, just a bit farther up. Trust me, it’s spectacular to see!”

I grumble in response to her claim. Honestly, what’s so special about the sunrise? It happens every day, why wake up at 4 in the freaking morning to go climb some rocks and see it? I was enjoying our trip to the Shenandoah Mountains so far, but only two days in and mom has to ruin it. Couldn’t she have taken my little sister instead?

    “Here we are! Now we just sit on this big ol’ boulder and wait for Mr. Sun!”

I really don’t think that mom’s cheery attitude is helping to make me less angry, but whatever, I’ll sit down on this big ol’ stupid rock.

    “Here it is Jason! Ready?”

    I’m not sure how, but it’s like the sky is just kinda cracking open; splitting wide to throw the sun, who’s a lot more red than I remembered, right into my view. I want to be mad. I want to hate my mom for dragging poor me up here so early. I want to hate this mountain, this rock, the dumb sun, everything.

    But I don’t. It’s beautiful.

Sunrise on Stony Man

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