And watch the days drag themselves out. Longer. I remember a row of houses by the freeway. The yards overgrown with weeds. The fences leaning. It was always windy out there. The houses were always empty. I stood barefoot on the shoulder of the road. Squinting in the long last light of day. Waiting for someone or something that would never arrive. The gas station across the street. The liquor store at dusk. Trying to calm myself in an empty house. Curtains blowing in the window. The carpet so quiet.