Today on the way in to work—about an hour-and-a-half later than usual—I noticed something odd over the 101. Butterflies. Tons of butterflies! Or, perhaps not tons, but lots. Many.

They were not Monarch-sized or anything, but were cute, smaller little flitty ones. For a few miles along my drive. It was so soothing. I was hoping one would fly into my open sunroof and ride with me to work.

This being L.A., going from rainy and cool to, in the matter of maybe 36 hours, sunny and HOT, is no surprise. But I do not recall ever seeing swarms of butterflies over a freeway before. It truly felt like spring in a place that normally does not get springy much at all.