4:11am.

4:40 am.

I don’t think I stepped on any. Well…

Empty corners. Blank walls.

He says there’s no need to hide it anymore.

I pull on the boots. They are still covered with red dust from my visit to Monte Rosso. But, today, just back to Livermore.

No masks, no pictures.

But, I don’t want another car.

I realize that this is my happy place. Walking and listening. Watching—no, seeing. Searching for beauty.

Make it look like what the eyes could see.

Small bowl of Doritos while talking to the parents. It is very hot. He shows me his phone: 99 degrees.

There is no secret, nothing to hide.