It is late in the day. Afternoon is slowly fading to dusk as the sun lowers towards the mountains in the west. It was a great day for football. The home team emerged victorious.
Now we are all slowly wending our ways home. The parking lot is jammed with vehicles idling and slowing inching forward in their lines. Moving very slowly because of the constant perpendicular flow of humanity walking from the stadium to their cars. Groups of young men, young women, couples and families with boisterous children all slowly filter between the bumpers of the slowly inching vehicles, on their way to their own cars and trucks. It occurs to me, sitting high up above this milling crowd in my mighty pickup, that we are acting collectively like some human water cycle. We are a steady flow of human rainclouds dropping precipitation into waiting cars, which then drain slowly into small tributaries, and larger rivers of the parking lot river basin toward the parking lot exit.