Late summer, 5 am.
waiting for someone in a mostly empty parking lot
haven't talked to them in days, so I don't know if they are coming
gradually light moves above the horizon
then its colors change, even as waves of clouds obscure them
The day is starting for some
ending for others
7 am.
traffic, which was sparse, picks up
somebody drives by and honks at me
later, she shows up, hours late driving her mom's old Buick
rolling down the window, tilting her head as if to say "coming or not ?"
I get in
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. thanks to gate for the title
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