
I noticed it when I pulled off Highway 5 at the Mt. Shasta vista point. I was looking through the windshield trying to make sense of the bare mountaintop (where’s the snow?) when it popped out at me. My eyes saw it, but my brain tried to excuse it away. Maybe it’s just a wet strand of something stuck to the windshield and the glinting sun is making it look like a crack. No, it is a crack. About three inches long on the driver’s side, a little bit of dread already seeping through.
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