We left Vegas later than I'd hoped or planned. 5pm departure meant that the last part of the nine hour drive was after 2am. I am a road warrior - I breathed deep window open and music on soft quivering my legs trying to keep blood flowing past my ass.

But there was so much fog on the freeway last night. Even mostly lucid I wondered if I wasn't driving into the ocean. And as my eyelids fell, slightly, it looked like I was driving into a giant gray rose. Opening my eyes wide, it looked like the cliffs of Petra were looming there in front of me, to the sides, all around me and that truck. But the road was mostly clear. So here I am.