I had passed this saguaro before. But on this morning, something shifted — the way the light crested just behind its side arm, it felt like it was guarding something sacred. The glow wasn’t just backlight. It was a quiet acknowledgment. I took the photo not to document, but to bow to the stillness and geometry of that moment. There’s a kind of majesty in how it holds the morning — upright, unwavering, quietly radiant.