Shreds of fog litter the highway through the forest beneath a slice of moon and a lifetime of stars that brave the glow of the city twenty miles away. Spring mornings north of Oceanside with the sudden fog so thick you’re lucky to see the front of your car and getting off the road is the only option as you hope no one else picked the same spot. Adolescent moonlit fumblings fondly remembered versus getting rear ended by a letter you couldn’t see coming.