Heat week continues in the Valley. 104 today, again. One ventures out only after sunset, into the stillness of the cricket thrumming air. A/C units and attic vents whir deep into the night. Televisions flicker through open windows, sound turned low. Doorways beckon with colored lights. C’mon in, Mr. Curious. No cry-babys. No sniveling.
On Sunday we went hiking in Elysian Park. Across Echo Park and down into Frogtown, and from the freeway all the way back to the Valley one could see everywhere jacarandas in bloom, popping out of the canopy like frosted cupcakes. Then yesterday came the Santa Ana winds, and just like that, it was over. Like here, on Otsego St.