Beans for Breakfast

It snowed last night – Samantha’s first snow since moving from Florida, her first snow ever. I think she liked it.

Driving the speed limit, north on I-5. The landscape is made up of darkness, red tail lights, white painted dashes curving left, and an orange-gray cloud defining part of the northern horizon.

Christmas lights on I-5

There were two guys studying the skies a few steps away. I overheard one of them say, “See how it ends there? It’s definitely military.” He noticed that I was pointing the camera at an odd angle and struck up a conversation. “Do you know about the contrails?”

Before finalizing an appointment I had to screen them for health problems that might make them ineligible for the insurance: “Do you walk with a cane?” “Is it a standard cane, or does it have a little platform with four feet at the end?” I was 18 years old, and sounded like it, so I felt that I lacked a certain level of credibility.