The heat in the valley has pulled back for now and left us with an overcast morning of sun breaking, rendering the clouds as if soggy "whites" laundry strewn awkward fresh from the washer on the dryer top. A few hours ago this diffuse light, right at one intersection at a moment out of the year, illuminated numerous spider webs on shrubbery ready for another of many stop and go days in suburbia.

I was making a right turn, but not at the little bit of street that cuts at an angle and serves a tiny set of shops, including a laundromat. Hmm! I don't think it's intended as a cutoff, for it logically has a stop sign at the end which rejoined my path. From spiders to other vehicles, I noticed a Prelude rolling slowly through said octagon but the driver gazing another direction. Not using his eyes as much---or neck. I got by a few seconds away from commotion, no biggie no as long as a margin existed.

Many are the ways to being caught.