Yosemite in early spring

I have always been grateful that we live just a few hours away from the beautiful Yosemite. The past few weeks has been tough for me. Life has taken me through miracle, hope, anxiousness, hopeless, and emptiness, as if nothing happened. Have you ever been through this feeling before? Something happened and you feel like your pray was answered but the next minute you were completely drowned and forgotten. The worst of this is you can do nothing about it. Some things you just cannot control at all. However, what’s done is done and I want to leave things behind. So, we spent the last weekend in Yosemite to getaway from the mundane of life, and to heal.

Although the meadow hasn’t turned green, the spring breath has melted the frozen streams of falls. This time of the year, Yosemite is a quiet and blue dreamland. I can hear only the sound of water. I loved walking along the Merced River in the rainy morning and stopped wherever spirit moved me. As I stood in front of the tunnel view, watching Bridalveil Fall and Cathedral Rocks looming through the veil of misty fog, just for a few seconds I wanted to become one of the pine trees. How could I ask for more? Nowhere is it easier to settle for the scene right in front of me. This view is going to be the most enduring memory of Yosemite for me.