Yesterday, I was riding my blue bicycle through Palm Springs, California.
As I rounded a corner, the San Jacinto mountains came into view. In my 25 or 30 trips to Palm Springs, it’s a view that I’ve seen countless times. But at that very moment, a late afternoon cloud parted – and a beam of streaming sunlight fell at just the right angle – and all of the mountain ridges became illuminated, almost as though from within.…
