The moon is huge.
When I walk the dogs, I can see downtown from where we are. Just a slice of it, perfectly framed by trees, through the fence around LACC. When the sun sets, it reflects off the skyscrapers there.
Our neighbor plays jazz on his stereo at twilight. I feel like I live about a jazz club sometimes.
Our street ends in a t intersection with a big house, and the sun sets just behind it. The clouds are always something special
the breeze of early evening after a hot day
cars at this hour are something different. Not daytime cars and not nighttime cars
crickets
the air is sweet with jasmine
