My neighborhood is being circled by a pack of hissing, moaning diesel trucks.

I can hear them pull up here and there, the hydralic brakes shhhhhhhhhhuuuuuusshhhhh, and they roar off again, but I can’t see them. Anywhere. I can hear them from my bedroom, so I walk out on the deck, and nothing’s there. I hear them from the kitchen, so I wander into my office and look outside, and nothing’s there. It’s not garbage day, it’s not any kind of day, as a matter of fact. There’s no reason for trucks, phantom or otherwise, to roll through the area.

But they’re out there. I can heeeeeer them.