I have no religion, but there seems to be something special about today. It's a quiet ride. The sinking sun leaks pink and purple and orange in front of us. The old man doesn't notice because he has nodded off. His head is lowered onto his breastbone. I think he is meditating until he begins to snore. Then I check the rear view mirror: one of the younger men is also asleep. His head has fallen back and his mouth is open and his eyeglasses are tilting into the milky pond of his cheek.