4:20 a.m.

As I am looking out the window I see a blue Honda CRV pull into the far side of the parking lot, headlights shining on the cattail marsh. They stop, turn off the lights and all goes dark.

Soon after I see the flick of a Bic and in the light of the small blaze I can make out a guy's face as he brings the flame to a pipe in his mouth. Then all goes dark.

A few seconds later the little flame brightens up the passenger seat as another guy lights up the pipe. Then all goes dark.

The scene is repeated, back and forth, several times before the headlights go back on and they drive away, headed east. Then all goes dark.

I look at the clock.

It's 4:20 a.m.