Twilight Threshold
As the first rays of dawn pierce the horizon, they ignite the underside of Mesa Arch with a soft, golden glow. A handful of twilight stars still linger in the deep indigo sky, offering a rare moment where night and day converge. Through the arch’s frame, the vast canyons of Utah stretch into the distance, bathed in the quiet stillness of morning’s first breath.
As the first rays of dawn pierce the horizon, they ignite the underside of Mesa Arch with a soft, golden glow. A handful of twilight stars still linger in the deep indigo sky, offering a rare moment where night and day converge. Through the arch’s frame, the vast canyons of Utah stretch into the distance, bathed in the quiet stillness of morning’s first breath.
As the first rays of dawn pierce the horizon, they ignite the underside of Mesa Arch with a soft, golden glow. A handful of twilight stars still linger in the deep indigo sky, offering a rare moment where night and day converge. Through the arch’s frame, the vast canyons of Utah stretch into the distance, bathed in the quiet stillness of morning’s first breath.