I have always loved the early morning. It is a quiet and thoughtful time for me. I used to go out for walks or even drives in the early morning. I’m talking about back in the late 1980’s. I had a memory of driving to the Griffith Park Observatory at about 5:30 am one morning. This was before they locked the gates. It was an experience that I never forgot. It was really cold (by Los Angeles standards) and I stood on the backside of the observatory and watched night turn to day. There was absolutely nobody there. There was really little to no sound. Everything was still. It felt magical.
I remember thinking how it seemed like such a quiet and calm place to be. It felt like nothing bad could be happening because it was so still. I was the only thing moving. I have never forgotten that morning. The landscape was lighting up like a colorful mosaic. In that short space of time there was no violence or poverty to be seen. Looking out over the Hollywood Hills into Los Angeles it was a masterpiece to behold.
The observatory was a place where I found peace one memorable morning. It was eerily quiet place but in 20 minutes the view changed from the light of the city to the bright rising sun. It looked like an orange fire without the heat. There was magic in what I was seeing.
The reality is that magical moments can come up at any point in our day or in unexpected places. Where or when have you had a magical moment that you did not expect? What stillness did you hear or feel? What magic did you find?