It's what you get in L.A. when it finally cools down. The light dances on the leaves after it rains here, just like Dashiell Hammett described it.
I'm on deadline at work I should be painstaking and yet all of a sudden I find myself outside staring at the sky. Listening to a bird sing. We do have still have birds singing in the trees. Even in inner city L.A. where I live, if you turn down a side street, you could be in small town U.S.A.
Just for a blink.