Griffith Observatory

Griffith Park is jam-packed with cars as I enter. I try to follow the road up to the Observatory, but it only leads to a stand still traffic jam. I round the bend at the top of the mountains, see my destination, yet there is no parking at the top. I head back down, dejected.

I find a place to park close to the Greek theatre, and amazingly see a dirt trail next to my parking space. The trail leads directly to the Griffith Observatory. I’ve only sandals on my feet, but it’s less than a couple of miles.
The mighty telescope towers rise before my eyes in the late afternoon LA sun. People are enjoying the views of the city from the lawn out front. I am called by an unknown voice into the Observatory itself.

Inside, my body is transported into the Universe itself, the expansive unknown, the final frontier. No matter who you, or your beliefs that you hold dear should stop you from ignoring the infinite mystery and wonder of the sky above.

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