The sun is low and on the other side of the house. It is still more night here on the patio than it is morning. And you're on your way to Greece. To Long Pond. I wonder if you're running the AC as you drive? Whether it will be busy for you or light, today? The shadows in the dill and red bee balm are still not moving. The insects still not asleep. The day still reverberates with them. And you are gone.