Paul Dresman’s The Silver Dazzle of the Sun is a brilliant book of very well distilled poetry, with Southern California as one of its major backdrops.
Today we have what we call “California weather,” meaning 75 dry degrees in a cloudless sky with high, bright white light. On a winter day back home the sun shines silvery just like this, and the sea turns gold.
I thought of Los Angeles and its odd pleasures as I drove out to lunch, seeing the sun glance off the asphalt and dazzle the cars.
There and also here on a day like today the sky is so transparent you see straight to Oxalá as you pick up a fried pork chop, peas and greens from a jaunty and unpretentious stand.
Axé.
coldhearted scientist وداد 
nice visualization — nice
today the sun it shining so bright that you can’t escape it’s glare, even in the shade ~ but it feels so nice on my skin