Traffic radio named my exit.
It named it with sympathy.
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.
Main Street in Pleasanton smelled like coffee again.
I followed it past the errand.
The Stoneridge garage said level 2.
Level 2 and I are in correspondence.