Earlier, in Denver, after my plane had landed and I’d disembarked and had made my way through the concourse to where the shuttles wait, outside the terminal, I’d rented a car from a location near the airport, and had driven the ninety miles or so, up through the northern part of Colorado, along the interstate, to Wyoming; so that this morning, not long after I’d woken, I’d returned that same car to a branch office here in Cheyenne, about a mile from where A. and I live, and had walked home along a quiet winding street out near the highway.