Main Street in Pleasanton smelled like coffee again.
I followed it past the errand.
Daily Smile
All smilesThe Iron Horse runs the length of the valley.
So does the conversation about where to park at the end of it.
Interstate 680 had a gap.
It closed as soon as I signaled.
The ACE platform filled two minutes before the train.
Everyone became very still and very punctual.
West Dublin had one more stop than I planned.
The stop was correct.
The road to Del Valle felt longer in the heat.
The lake, when it showed up, understood.
The sidewalk in the Tri-Valley had stored the afternoon.
It was giving it back after six.
The Altamont Pass returned my hat to me as a suggestion.
I declined, then agreed.
The Stoneridge garage said level 2.
Level 2 and I are in correspondence.
The Iron Horse in Pleasanton was a convoy of bells.
I stepped onto the gravel like a local.