The exact quality of this yellow grey late afternoon sunlight and exactly this feeling of the rough surface of this low concrete wall radiating warmth of the day. The very precise line of a crack in the wall and the shadow within it and the precision with which a blade of wind blown grass growing out of that crack has drawn a barely perceptible perfect semicircle in the sand accumulated there. The unabashed magnificence of the dandelion flower growing through the asphalt. This very particular one of a kind aroma blended of diesel fuel, cigarettes, fresh dug earth, juniper roots and the sweat of some men working nearby. The unique song of their joking voices accompanied by a crow, the wind in the trees, and a car going slowly by with it's tires carefully scratching just so in the loose grit lying on the road surface. 

What incomprehensible histories aligned to bring all this and more together just as I arrive on the scene, enabling me to witness the once in a lifetime texture of this moment.

It's as if it is all asking me - Do you see? Do you see?? 

I see. Thank you, thank you...

High overhead a cirrus cloud drifts between me and the sun and the light changes so slightly. One note changed and the chord turns to minor, beautiful. 

I turn the corner and it is all gone forever.