At the edge of evening, darkness fell without warning. Similar to the toad inside the pot, by the time you noticed night, day had gone and you couldn't even recall the point at which it switched over. I noticed this lack of noticing most when driving on 131.

This one evening I noticed it while listening to

The Doves

, getting on the onramp again for the fifth time. I was waiting for her reply. Each time I checked my phone for a new text, I knew I was being an idiot for texting and driving, but also for driving in a loop waiting, hoping to be able to see her tonight. 

I thought to myself that the smart thing to do would be to go to a cafe, and just sit and wait. There were two reasons I didn't do this. I had grown to love listening to music in my car recently, and leaving that mobile music machine felt just as hard sometimes as it did leaving the couch after smoking some strong 

indica

. Also I had spent the entire day bumming around the cafe. I didn't want to go back. Few years ago I thought I couldn't get enough of coffee, baristas, and emo-indie. But I had learned today that I could in fact get enough of all three. I was overdosed on 

The Shins

. 

And so why'd I want her so bad then? She reminded me of The Shins anyway. So if I didn't want whatever that was in music form... why in another human? 

I checked my phone again as I saw the exit coming up. South -> back home. Or North -> stay on this loop. My eyes alternated between the road and the phone. South. North. No reply yet.

I made a decision. I began the turn signal. And then I felt the phone vibrate.