Phil sat in traffic and waited.  The day had been a complete mess.  A river of red taillights spread out ahead of him, mirroring the color of the slowly sinking City Sun.  It was usually sunny, and inclement weather was rare in The City.  Rain you couldn’t feel took away from the illusion and freaked people out.  Finally, traffic began to move.  There was a cop directing things somewhere ahead of him, manipulating a pair of giant glowing sticks like an air traffic controller.  Finally.  Phil had places to be.  He needed to log out and pick up his kids.