Light lingers here in the evenings when the sun goes down and the highways fill up.
It plays in the palm trees and filters down the streets.
It drenches the Observatory and peeks around the mountains.
It stays and waits for you to get home or get going or simply take notice.
It hums and whispers, a shining, constant reminder that there are things left to do, places left to go, and stories left to tell in this city that never tires of its presence.