We went in and out of vast blue shadows, dog tired on a Sunday morning on an endless ribbony road in Nevada – we went in and out of vast blue shadows. I remember I thought how the clouds would gather and break before we reached California, as we went in and out of those vast blue shadows, dog tired on a Sunday morning. I smoked out the window and she read Lawrence and sipped from a bottle of Chivas with a kind of beautiful, drowsy assurance – I smoked out the window and she read Lawrence; while the storm stacked up in the West, and torrents circled around to receive us – I smoked out the window; she read her Lawrence and sipped from a bottle of Chivas.