Even the crush of traffic as we get closer to San Francisco is comforting. The sun is down but still flaring over the horizon. A Shell sign glows brightly behind a silouetted tree and the sky glows orange around it. After the strobing of light through the trees and the swearving roads of the midafternoon, the smooth hills, fillaments of fences and softening of light comes in a wash of relief. Now all is sillouette, embers of sunset and the carnival of road lights. We glide through the stream of traffic in our little livingroom on wheels.
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