Went on a little quest tonight. Tried to meet my buddy Michelle out in the foothills to go meteor spotting, but the road to our waypoint was blocked and there’s no cell service out there, so we didn’t manage to connect. I was not alone, however, as I parked alongside dozens and dozens of other people parked on the side of the road who were praying and singing together, loudly, in Spanish (and I mean loudly. They had an amplifier!). And the thing is, when you find yourself accidentally in the middle of somebody’s prayer meeting, you become largely unconcerned with being eaten by mountain lions or attacked by anonymous baddies hiding out in the woods. It was not quiet, but it was peaceful. It was not the night I expected to have, but it was a good one.