PSX vibes from the kiln of Las Vegas. The part of the orange between the peel and the actual fruit part. The air is cold. In some parts of the world, they call it "brisk." Feels good to breathe in. The world is asleep, but you are awake. The world is quiet and calm. Snoring lightly with the sound of the occasional car passing by. Ash gray sky veils the ground with fog. You usually don't see fog up here. Unfamiliar, but not unwelcome, it makes you smile.