Yesterday I ran out of gas in the Costco parking lot. I had to push my car the last 100 yards to the gas pumps.

Last night after work I merged onto the freeway and set my cruise control for 70 mph. I didn’t have to use my brakes once until the off-ramp in Vacaville.

I sat next to the window in a nameless coffee shop, back in the corner. On the other side of the room, around the coffee bar, I could hear people laughing.

Leaves fell from the tallest tree in the yard.

He sat, unmoving, staring intently at his iPhone, gesturing away…