he parked In the gravel lot across the street from the fina he walked through a dust cloud that still lingered from his wheels turning a moment earlier. he walked quickly hoping to escape the heat and the truck coming down the offramp. he hated stopping but he hadnt eaten breakfast and it was nearly noon.this was the first stop he had seen in 40 minutes and feared that it would be that long before another. the gas station and restaurant/convenient store sat low and long, surrounded by dirt and two dozen semis. the walls were cement block and aluminum framed glass tinted silver. he watched his reflection in the windows it gave him the sensation of being looking at by a man in sunglasses, not knowing where the eyes were, not knowing where to look or If you were being scrutenized. he never wore sunglasses not even in the glare of a desert Sunset. He had to see the colors as they actually were.