I happened to be outside during the last couple hours of light and noticed the haze in the air blooming with golden light of sunset. I have a fixation on the antennas atop Mt. Wilson nearby and I saw that there were beams of light painting across the hills. I rushed to get my camera and biked down the street to the highest place around, a small bridge which decrepit traintracks until recently crossed. I made it just in time to take just a couple photos before the residual light evaporated leaving the sky beautiful but everything below back to normal.