As I write this, my first thought was that I was on my way home from the gym, but then I recalled that I haven't been to the gym in the evening in a long time. I get unreasonably upset when I walk in and see someone else on my favorite elliptical, and this happens all too often right after work. It's much easier to use insomnia to my advantage and head there at 3:30am. There are often none or one or two other people there at that time, and those who do show up at that time seem to have a strange quirk or behavior or characteristic to him/herself. This kind of makes it more fun, like a game of people watching. But, not really watching, since it'd be rather obvious given that there are so few of us there early in the morning.
I really don't recall where I was going home from. But, that doesn't really matter. As I pulled up to the red light, I noticed a strangely slow, glowing - yet nonetheless translucent - stream of smoke in the vision of my lower left eye. I looked down, but saw only my left shoulder. No smoke. I looked back up to the still red light, then saw it again. This time, I moved quicker. But it still wasn't there. I returned my eyes to the light, but using my peripheral vision to slightly glance to my lower left. The smoke again. I moved my head carefully, slowly this time, in hopes to not startle the smoke to disappear, but I still was unable to catch it in its ghostly presence. I felt defeated and looked back at the light. It was glaring red, as if reflecting the embarrassment I felt from beginning to think that I was seeing things.
The left arrow turned green and I cursed the elusive smoke that may or may not have been there. I saw it two more times on what seemed to be the otherwise inexplicably forgetful 3/10 mile home.
The smoke came back the next day, but with a faintness to it that was not there the night previous. I have not seen it since.
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