There is a light to see:

Beyond the valley of semiconductors, behold the urban skyline deployed by enchanting spells of texts and codes.

There in the middle of pavement quietly blooms a violet flower unbeknown to many.  The land is drying up and the subtle colors of sun spectrum feed and dress this tiny life under the umbrella of tree.

Passersby, each wearing a badge of honor bigger than their names, stomps over the beautiful flower fields. A piece of beautiful memories shines on metallic surface of time capsules and slowly loses its form.

The next moment is: profound wonder as to why life so frail that soon dies continues to glimmer in such brightness?

This is the endless quest for answers my heart craves to hear:

My feet carried my body for miles to enter the gateway to technological mecca.

Flower’s smile has passed behind and my eyes occasionally gaze upwards to the high water tower.  A plain blue face of summer sky laughs at my small soul as I forget to register my name on the soil.

I walked into the El Palo Alto Park pondering about the stories of this city and its people who does not know the tales of its rich history as locomotive trade central. Well, I am also guilty of thinking “Nobody really cares about that anymore anyways.”
However, the past is not permanently lost and the rust on railroad tracks still whispers about the glory days.

Somewhere in the park I picked up a freshly minted penny facing the sky surrounded by tall trees. My intuition wants to believe this is lucky penny, then also remembered how many lucky pennies I’ve lost in transition from one house to the other.

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I am getting closer to somewhere new while in reality the path was already long since forgotten and slumbering in swing of time.

So eventually I decided to turn back: back to familiarity of paved streets.

Perhaps there will be a time when people define the meaning of happiness that can be prescribed to any patients of hope loss.

I am just a visitor to this colony of silicon minds.
But is it wrong to think this odd phenomenal of technological advance in Palo Alto somewhat poisons the culture and history of this town?

The housing crisis is very severe all around Bay Area – this is due to high demand of housing by tech transplants and incessant raise in land value. I hear it is not uncommon for native Palo Altans to give up on their stomping ground because of this phenomenon. This is terribly sad, and can only imagine how it lends to develop negative imagery about ‘tech’ to common people.

Time is now, I know that. But what will be the point of exploring life if even a tiny speckle of beauty in moment are overlooked and trashed to oblivion? Will the money and power overtake the value of pretty violet flower that quietly sunbathes under the tall trees?

Maybe one day l will go back to El Palo Alto to continue my walk to find the light in the depth of old tall trees.

Until then, I will cherish this lucky penny in my pocket and head South again to Silicon Valley.