I woke up this morning, longing to be back on HWY 395, where I was yesterday, with the strawberry full moon shining over me, Mt. Whitney and the Owen’s Valley. How I wish I can carry that moment with me.
It’s a short trip to the Eastern Sierra, but memorable and fulfilling. After being awed by the huge granite and alpine lakes in Yosemite, we are driving the Tioga Pass at dusk. It’s just turning dark, but still enough light to appreciate the rock formations, like reading earth’s timeline, or a Chinese painting in large scale. Wonderful things happened, an amazing full moon peeking at me as we twist and turn in the mountains, like hide and seek. But when seek, it’s glorious! With a soft rosy dusk light on top of the night sky blue, the moon is almost pinkish yellow, fresh and holy.
We followed the moon to HWY 395. Even the trees enchanted with the spirit, Jeffrey Pines carry the yellowish moon, like a jewel, intricate with their branches’ silhouettes. Then there’s solemn mountain faces, when they carry the moon, it’s like a shrine of the earth, or a huge mural hanging down from the sky, you have to squint your eyes to catch the essence. That is once a life experience, I can feel the world is celebrating the glory of moon together: the mountain, the trees, the lakes, and me, we each are reflecting our piece. What a moment.
