After three days of backpacking through the Inyo National Forest in the Eastern Sierras, I made another trip to Yosemite National Park. My last visit was in winter, but due to road closures, I didn’t get to see the views from Glacier Point. My first glimpse of Glacier Point made my jaw drop. Everything looked surreal. The setting sun painted the sky in hues of orange and pink, casting a warm glow over Half Dome. But it was after sunset that the place truly transformed. As darkness fell, the sky unfolded into a canvas of stars, like dreams. With my eyes fixed on the night sky, I was reminded again of how small we are in the face of an ever-expanding universe. And yet, amid that vastness, standing beneath the cosmos and surrounded by the grandeur of Yosemite, I found stillness—distant from the noise of headlines and the churn of daily life. A quiet place between chaos and calm. A moment where peace, and perhaps even a glimmer of hope, felt possible.
