I was about to not go. It was 7:15 PM and it takes an hour to get there and the weather was crappy and I was tired and I was trying to make a million more excuses.
But I went.
On the metro ride (it's a looong metro ride), I felt like we were on our way to an apocalyptic concentration camp. The sky was a sheet of solid gray and as the train took us out further and further from the city, the mood got more and more depressing.
Graffiti was scrawled across every building, old telephone wires were crisscrossed over abandoned homes and trailers, lone figures trudged along trails with bulky bags tied to their backs. And to make it worse, a thick fog was settling in.
Have you seen the movie or read the book, The Road? It was like The Road.
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| It was this bad. Just kidding. It wasn't this bad. |
At the first stop outside the District, we got off the train and entered the deserted station. It was so strange. Nobody was around. We walked through a long cement tunnel and emerged into a foggy parking lot.
Fortunately, there's a free shuttle service that takes temple patrons up the serpentine hill. As we pulled up, I was stunned by the beauty of the temple. It is by far the most gorgeous temple I've ever seen. The heavy fog and the light drizzle of rain added to the effect. I don't know how to explain it. To be cliche, it was breath-taking and 100% worth the depressing journey to get there.
A metaphor for life, maybe?
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| It was this good. Not kidding. It was this good. |
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