Last night, the train emerged from the tunnel and everything was different.

Like a giant incandescent bulb, the sky lit us all with an orange glow. Every movement seemed magnified, as if I was on a giant sound stage. Suddenly I was in control. Everything moved according to my will. Cars rolled, traffic lights changed, even shadows strengthened or weakened merely from whim.

Halfway home, Noah passed by me and parked in the 15 minute parking lot.

The storm’s just beginning.