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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