Another terrible day but luckily McGinty spent some time trying to cheer me up. I convinced him to stay up late and watch the Blood Moon with me.
At night, we gathered a little gang and attempted to enter Griffith Park from the back way. Half of the group was not keen on trespassing just to avoid crowds…so we meandered down the streets amongst the wealthy mansions that sit empty and watched quietly from a hill. We speculated on the possible apocalyptic days facing us this week and realized this might be the last time any of us see a Blood Moon…mainly because we’re getting too old to stay up past our bedtime again.
A man stepped out onto one of his many balconies nearby. We waved hello and all of us went back to our watch. Us on the hill, him on the patio. On the way back to the car, Asian students ate noodles on their car hoods and little dogs ran out into the street to greet me. It was as if night had finally woken all the citizens of Los Angeles and we gathered on the street, no longer as strangers. I wanted to bottle the feeling up so I could keep it in my pocket forever.