Fat crescent moon shining in a crystalline LA night sky

Stars so bright it's difficult to tell where the horizon ends and the lights of the Hollywood Hills begin

A warm Santa Ana wind bends hundred foot tall palms earthward, their fronds plummeting down like samurai sword hail stones

The sounds that can only come from a church carnival in the air

Children laughing with glee and screaming in mock terror while riding the zipper or the flying bus

Mariachi music and amateur christian singers

Smiling faces

Everywhere smiling faces

Beautiful smiling faces

And those of my friends, my brothers, the most beautiful of all