Walking on a street in Silver Lake that I’ve walked down easily a thousand times I suddenly had a sensation of brightness, like a mirror was being reflected in my direction. I squinted as I looked around, wondering where all that light was coming from.
It was from this wall of African daisies in full bloom, their little smiling faces arranged in blocks of color, each one more electric than the next.
It was like having a hundred mini-suns shining down on you.
