Month: September 2024

Birds screech and frogs croak, a nature’s rhyme,
A wild duet in rhythm, keeping perfect time.
Water dances over rocks, a liquid song,
In nature’s symphony, where we all belong.

In the stillness of the woods, the concert plays,
Each note and melody in nature’s own ways.
Birds, frogs, and water in harmonious delight,
Creating poetry of sound, both day and night.

The world’s a canvas painted with sound,
Where life’s orchestra in beauty is found.
Listen to the screech, the croak, the liquid flow,
In this symphony of life, let your spirit grow.

Downtown L.A. is a mean, dirty, and ugly place at ground level. The streets are in poor condition, as are the broken humans who live in their cardboard sidewalk castles. At lunchtime, the suits and skirts come out and give the appearance of civilization to the city. Beautiful tall, shiny buildings and seventy-five-thousand-dollar cars mix in with relics of a beaten-down, decrepit past. Surrounding this is a semi-industrial landscape to the east, the very rich and totally poor west, a hill to the north that gives the impression of a disconnected, hollow, failing, and struggling residential life, and the violence and poverty of the south. However, in the first light of dawn, driving above this on the wonderful freeway, the rays of a new days sun glisten on concrete and glass, and all is quiet and all is calm. It is beautiful, it is perfect, and I am in love with this great and terrible city.

From a road named Mulholland Drive, you can see the entire San Fernando Valley. At night, you can see the streets lined with streetlights, the yellow light of buildings and houses, and the green and red of traffic lights and car headlights and taillights. The freeway resembles a river of white and red light, and even at this hour, it is alive. From this viewpoint, it’s all just lights and buildings. Although I know that people are there, in their homes and some on the streets, no individuals are visible. Life goes on with happiness, love, contentment, and more, along with the ugly things, all covered in darkness, distance, and twinkles of light. It is beautiful at night.