It’s the middle of summer but the weather is a shockingly pleasant 70 degrees and the imposing peaks of the San Gabriel Mountains are unseasonably green. Shadowed by trees that seem as tall as skyscrapers, I walk with a dozen people along one of the many trails winding through the Angeles National Forest.
We’re barely 15 miles from Pasadena and yet, when we stop at a small creek, I feel like I’m in another world. We’re four hours shy of a total solar eclipse. We won’t be able to see the spectacle in its totality however, like people from any number of cultures, we are hoping the eclipse will nudge us toward transformation.