When God Paints the Morning: The Moment That Became a Pillow

Wyoming has a way of turning ordinary mornings into moments that feel hand-touched by God. And that’s exactly what happened on this early winter morning. The sky was already glowing red—one of those sunrises that feels like a whispered reminder that you’re exactly where you’re meant to be. I pulled over on the highway, hands freezing, fumbling with my camera gear. And then I saw them: three moose standing quietly in the cold, wrapped in the first light of the day. Spending time with moose is always magical, but that morning felt different. The sun kissed their fur with this soft golden warmth, and suddenly the whole scene looked like a prayer—powerful, gentle, and fleeting. I only had enough time to take two photos before they slipped back into the quiet of the wild… but one of those photos stopped me in my tracks. A baby moose, framed perfectly by the snow-draped Wind River Range, standing in the morning glow. A moment so pure, so serene, it felt like God Himself opened the curtains o