I wrote of the “Golden Hour” for photography and painting – just as the sun is rising or setting, casting a golden hue to the surroundings. For me, one of the best ways to get to know a new city is go for a morning run, even get a little lost, and watch the area come alive. We had several ICU nurses join us last night, and some of the Washington group wanted to see the area. We met at 6 am, while there were still shadows in the valley. The rooster had been up since 3 am and was now being answered by his buddies down the road. We turned right out of the compound and headed toward Milot. A few motorcycles were out, with supplies strapped to the back. The smell of charcoal drifted through the air as breakfasts were being prepared. As the dirt turned to cobblestone, we entered the city, with the Church now visible up the hill. Groups of men nodded to acknowledge our presence and went about their morning tasks. As we looked to the mountain range to the south of the city, the sun had illuminated the higher peaks and an outline of the range behind us was cast on the bases. We turned left, cut behind the church and circled up a slippery stone road with a 20% angle. Cows and goats grazed on the grounds around San Souci. As we slowed to a walk, we had climbed about 400 feet and were now standing above the palace, looking over the city, the fog in the valleys, and the ocean beyond. At that moment, the sun rose over the northern range, and we were encompassed by energy and light. Noone spoke.
The run back was down hill. There were areas of new construction, and activity around the hospital was increasing. The local artists were getting set up, ready to offer another “Blue Light Special.” At breakfast, some of the others asked about the run.
“I can’t describe it,” one of the runners said. “You’ll need to experience it for yourself.”
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