High passes, Hailstorm, and the moment of Light in Yoho National Park

Don't we say, "Everything happens for a reason?" After missing our scheduled bus to Lake O'Hara in Yoho National Park in the Canadian Rockies, we not only boarded the next bus, thanks to the considerate Canadian park rangers, but also were given an overnight camping opportunity. In the afternoon, we explored something different from the usual attraction, thanks again to the park ranger for the insights.
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@sanjana.sdeva and I reached a dazzling lake, nestled in a small basin with the mountain slopes right behind it—some soft light here and there, with the larches. We were really craving for some good light at such an amazing place. We were miles away and much higher than the campsite. The dull grey weather from the afternoon had now taken a turn. We saw a dark cloud coming down on the slopes behind us. An imminent storm, a grizzly country, high passes to cover, and the night is about to fall! We decided to return. We had barely packed our gear and got back on the trail. But the mountain storm had intensified and arrived almost instantly, raining on us. I was already scrambling to put the rain gear on me, and as any mountain hiker would guess, it quickly turned into hail. We took cover in a ditch between the trees and waited for the storm to pass.
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On the return, we passed a valley that looked more interesting than before, as the blue storm clouds had congregated towards the west. One would only expect to grow darker with the losing light of the day. We were just about to climb down this side of the mountain, but some instincts stopped me. I stayed on the trail while my friend continued to cross the ridge. And then, out of nowhere, more than your dreams, the golden orange light of the setting sun shone like a flashlight on the blue sky. I screamed to call my friend back. We knew this could be momentary. We cheered loudly at this light, for this blessed moment. It echoed with the sunset light, amplifying and becoming more glorious.
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The fear of grizzlies, scrambling down in the darkness, the length of the trail, seemed to vanish from our minds as we were consumed by the joy of this unexpected gift, in one of the most incredible mountains in the world.