there's a little black spot in the sky, or maybe just on your wind shield, as we speed south on the one. i've got my head balancing painfully on the side of the door and the window, the kind of good pain where i'm not going to move. the fields run by in the opposite direction, sunflowers unfolding onto the ocean, glittering out to the horizon. follow me, the shimmers chant in rounds like a faraway jingling. and you are focusing on the road, and i didn't wonder then what you might be thinking about. i don't remember where we were going even, maybe to get strawberries, maybe not, but i remember feeling very safe, so safe that i wasn't even thinking about safety then, or almost anything.