Yesterday, I awoke at 5:30 am and started my morning with a sunrise hike through Runyon Canyon as the dew was still evaporating off the soon to be sun-drenched pavement of Los Angeles. Much of the city was still in bed, giving me the rare pleasure of having the hiking trail to myself and a few other early risers. Two things are different when you are hiking at 6am: everyone acknowledges each other with a smile and a "morning," and the silence. The silence of nature was an exquisite way to wake up, only hearing the crunch of sandy dirt under foot and the rustling of leaves as the quail scurried into hiding. I finished my hike, came home, ate some summer fruit, drank some tea and headed over to the Bodhi Tree on Melrose to bring home the newest addition to my apartment, a 17th Century Tibetan singing bowl. Simple beauty.
