End of December. The whole sky ended up in the water.Somewhere over the middle of the country. The window was filthy.Same pond in March, ten minutes past the good part.Pulled over on Highway 1. Mae Martin still playing, 0 mph.Pigeon Point, a few miles further up the road.Top deck of the garage, which is the only reason to park up there.The sun sat behind the winglet for most of the descent.Caught the light red and got the phone out in time.This lasted about ten minutes.Six seconds later, pointed the other way.Freeway light, and a billboard yelling about corporate cards.The fog got over the hills before I got home.101 past University. Somebody's flight leaving without me.280 empty, fog banked up on the ridge, one star already out.