I walked outside and the sky was up. I drove ahead to catch its dip, but I missed. I moved slowly tonight. The summer is falling to autumn.
I imagine wearing a flannel around a campsite. The feeling of love without it is a funny one. You enjoy a thought. Imagining a person I have never met pitching the tent.
I come back to the steering wheel. Take a large gasp of pines. A smile to arrivals where I get off. Nice ride with a glance that never took its chance.