The Pink Mountain Hike
The alarm goes off before the city does. Someone hands you a coffee before you have said a word. You do not know everyone yet. That changes on the way up.
This morning has been timed to the minute. When the light arrives, it finds the highest ridgeline first. Rose deepens into coral. Coral bleeds into amber.
It happens almost every morning in Palm Springs. Most people are asleep for it.
By the time you are back at the trailhead, you have made plans for the next one.