In the evening, the drive down 131 was remarkably different given the hour. One hour it would be magic hour, that perfect photographic lighting. Half hour later it would be twilight.

After a certain moment, small movements of time would no longer matter. Two or three hours could pass and the sky would be dark just the same.

Exiting

Westcity

, the sky was just urban dark. Indigo night sky. As you creeped further south the sky fell darker. Countryside dark. 

This night I left Denny's around 2:30 in the morning. I remember seeing the time on my console just after merging onto 131 and thinking just how pretty it looked. 2:30. 

The freeway was empty save for the occasional lone car or the lone trucker. Each time I felt a strange connection to each. The former was purposefully making their way back after a night of hanging out. The latter doing their duty putting food on their family's table. Wherever that table was. Could be as close as within the Westcity metro. Or as far as Oklahoma. 

The drive back to the quiet town I called home usually took 40 minutes. On nights like these I could make it in 30... sometimes even 29. But on nights like these, listening to 

Crystal Castles

 as I drove from indigo to black, I wished i'd have those extra ten minutes on the road.