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Ten-hour break outside Thunder Bay, rain on the roof of the cab. Before I sleep I do simran: just Waheguru, quietly, over and over, the beads of my mala moving under my thumb. Wahe on the in-breath, guru on the out. People ask if I get lonely out here. Truthfully, when the Name is going, the cab feels as full as the gurdwara on Gurpurab. Then I sleep like a baby, and the alarm goes at 3:30 for Japji Sahib. Safe roads to everyone driving through the night.