The sun began to creep across the sky more quickly than normal and we noticed every stop sign moving to face the star as if it were a sunflower feeding off of light and chemical energy. You said, “Did you know that a shrub is a plant that isn’t quite tall enough to be considered a tree?” I turned my face into a frown and said, “You are a tree and I am a shrub. What is the stop sign?” You said, “It’s a stop sign,” and we kept walking.