A plastic yellow bench on the top level of a ferry travelling across the Puget Sound.
In a cobblestone alley in a hot place, but under the shade of a nearby building, leaning against a cold marble wall, knowing it is real marble because it is cold to touch even in this hot place.
Outside of a bar on a sidewalk curb that was built for a time when there were still carriages running the city streets, next to a dumpster with wet pieces of cardboard spilling out and a smashed banana and a broken Miller Lite bottle inside a plastic bag on the ground.
US Highway 97 (The Dalles-California Highway), at dusk.
