There’s a group on Facebook for people who lived (or still live, I guess) in Sunnyhills, the neighborhood of Milpitas where I grew up.
From the age of five until I moved out at eighteen, this view of the hills was what I saw pretty much every single day.
Our living room and kitchen windows faced east, so we looked up at the hills constantly. I remember my mother reciting one of her favorite scriptures: “I will look up to the hills from whence cometh my help.”
I haven’t lived in Milpitas since high school (except for a very brief period in my mid-twenties), but seeing this photo today brought back an intense wave of love for those hills.
It really feels like they’re a part of my DNA.