Tonight, two things:
The Golden Globes were playing on a TV inside a restaurant on a dark street. We walked past the silent broadcast, past the window, and turned the corner only to be hit with the audio of Maggie Gyllenhaal’s acceptance speech, playing to no one but us on an even darker street.
Later, two coyotes were brazenly walking down Hyperion, a well lit commercial street, without a care, talking about the very same speech.
(No, they weren’t really talking about it, just thinking about it.) Los Angeles on a Sunday night. God bless you, city of angels.