Hot Krispy Kreme.

Patiently waiting for sunrise.

Watching fog slowly rising up from some river down below. Painted sky.

Somewhere between San Antonio and El Paso: more than 10% over.

I should be reading instead of scrolling but the scrolling feels like the right kind of diversion even though it’s not making me feel any better.

Stray cats at the rest area sunning themselves on the walkway.

Border Patrol. No line like there was on the way in though this time I see the cameras and infrared sensors.

Familiar faces. I tell her that I really haven’t talked to anyone over this past month.

We’re all struggling with the same things. Have we all reached our breaking point?

It’s already after midnight. The time has gone by so quickly.