Not every run is enjoyable. Not every run is pretty. Sometimes, you don’t even want to put on your shoes.

Sometimes, though, you begrudgingly lace up and then experience a run where the trails feel softer than usual, where the whole world feels soft-focused, where the entire landscape looks golden.

Tonight was one of those nights. So I had to capture what I could with some photos.

This is a valley I run through several times a week. Most of the time, it looks deserty and kind of beige. Tonight, the the valley was a Hollywood lighting designer’s delight.

The cleft between those two mountains is Fiddlers Canyon, which is where my area gets its name. The creek that runs down from the mountains is dry for about half the year.

Even Roxy seemed to notice how beautiful everything was. Here she is, contemplating the flowers.

And there she goes, to sniff something else. Or maybe to find a jackrabbit to chase.

And there goes the sun, down behind the hills to the west.