It had seemed like a good day, now suddenly night. Got gas and a carwash. Left town for the highway. The erratic transmission even behaving invisible moon cast a blanket. Everything reflective. This short drive from the valley in the shadow of the mountain. Silhouette peaks in the rearview. Between a cleft in the hills lay the road's careless ribbon. White bars on the ground making lines on the glass. Descending the paving, it rolls down the hillside. A smooth rolling 80, the sky almost clear.