After work on Friday, with an hour and a half of daylight left to us, we just drive off in no particular direction, down an unfamiliar county road, winding up and away between the volcanic foothills rising from the valley floor and the lower slopes of the encircling mountains. The world tilts, seen from a different angle, revealing unfamiliar planes and shadows.
We roll back in to town just as the sun slides under the rim of mountains, out of breath, laughing, entranced, awed.