Tonight I drove home from Pasadena at dusk. I normally wouldn’t use the word “dusk” but this evening was really dusk-like. Misty. Cold. Blue-gray light on everything. Dark blue shadows. Usually the drive through the Angeles Forest foothills on the 134 offers a great view of Eagle Rock, Glendale, and even Downtown, but tonight all of it was hidden. The lights of the city were glazed-over and twinkling, like there resided billions of waking fairies. The hills of Griffith Park loomed fantastically through the incoming fog. It was is if I was seeing Los Angeles as it originally was. Los Angeles before it became LA.