Off to Safeway before dark, headlights reflected in the rainwet streets, the sound of atomized water under the tires, the treetrunks dark and slick, splashes of autumn yellow and red against the green and grey, brief glimpses of roiling brown streams in the arroyos, the clack of windshild wipers and the smack of windblown raindrops against the car, and the tops of pines waving back and forth in their rain dance. Saturday.