One enchanting turn after another led us to this glow. It was unchartered territory for us, a thrillingly enigmatic experience in these last few minutes before the diurnal sky reposed for about a decimal count until the restart of the day. We couldn’t resist the search for silence, where we could catch an optimal glimpse of the grand spectacle expanding into the horizon leaving us voiceless. Well past the arborous mardi gras where a verdant world emerges again for a fleeting time along rolling hills, we witnessed a sliver of the main show from these hilltops. Instead, as I pulled up to this spot through a haze of dust churned up from my wheels, we made it to this glow in the last minutes just as the dust was settling. I guess you can say it was blind faith.