It’s 72º but it feels a little warmer. There’s a slight breeze and the sky is cloud free. It appears to be a dull blue through a brown haze that is blanketing the city. In the spring, plant life in LA is bursting and uncontrollable: orange bugambilias, purple jacarandas, and white jasmine. But the cars are uncontrollable too, and the city feels like it is barely able to contain them. This tends to diminish the experience of the flowers. But perhaps there’s a kind of beauty to be found in the cars, also, and the half-thought-out infrastructure that supports them.