(Reno, NV) Later, the rain returns, sort of. I imagine myself standing on the mountain-tops, obscured by clouds. Here they’re still thick. They streak by my face with a wild caress, but they don’t even know I’m here.
The sky is a midnight blue, or rather a 6am-in-January blue. After a rain. In the desert. Puddles still black on the pavement, but sky clearing overhead.