Day 12, NaPoWriMo

Sometimes I sit in my car.
It’s quiet there
with a view of the sky.
I can listen to the radio
or play music
or check email.
I know I can do all this inside.
But I sit in my car.
The last of the day comes on
the sky darkens to that
enigmatic blue behind the moon
the color sapped from
all my little world
the birch brightens.
Now the windows glow orange
with the light on timer.
The little string of lights
twinkles on the porch,
a solar trick.
All to make me come in
for the night.