Descend into the dusk-lit valley that is Riverside. Coming down from the hills, steep grade. 80 and past. Faster. Floating down now. The sun is still leaving. Descend with the sun. The hills are lit with an orange-magenta. This is the time when the colors are soft and bold. The hills are striking with their defined shadows in the purple haze.
In the valley is a glittering river of lights of a thousand stopped cars against a blazing orange sky. The lights are white, which means the locked traffic is going the other direction. Not to worry.
The speed goes all the way. Smooth transitions between lanes. Streamline. Lingering memories of the descent in the setting sun of a time just past. It is these times.
With reverence.
