When I visited the Grand Canyon a couple of years ago I was hoping to see one of the tremendous vistas of tourist guide fame. But instead of the crisp, clear sunshine for which Arizona is known, we were given this: cloud, overcast, fog, grey. Dull.
I was obviously disappointed, but then I took another look. What we actually have here is a magnificent cloudscape. Clouds above, clouds below – cumulus, cumulo-fractus, alto-cumulus, nimbus – dull and grey, yes, but ragged, scudding clouds, full of character, vitality, and fascination. There are the mountains in there, too – gargantuan ghosts of determination, glimpsed all but apologetically in the midst of the thick, grey stew.
I went to see the Grand Canyon, and even though I was initially disappointed I quickly realized that this was not necessary: I was still seeing it – it was just in a different kind of mood that day.
Once I realized that, it was pretty easy to just step back and enjoy.