The moon, the clouds, and the stars in the sky form a beautiful pattern you'd die to transcribe onto your film -- only when you can't really do so because you're tied up with something else (e.g. driving on a freeway with no exit within several miles ahead); when you finally manage to come across an exit, that pattern that put you in awe already dissolves into a meaningless disarray.
*shakes fist at the stupid I-680 segment between Fairfield and Benicia*
