Dec
5th
Fri
5th
Traffick
It’s amazing how something can be so frustrating and stressful when you aren’t moving at all.
Rush hour has a beat all it’s own. It’s fast and irregular. Going up one second then going down the next. You’re moving but it still feels like you’re going nowhere.
Then, there seems to be some break and you’re finallly moving. It’s temporary though. You adjust the radio and once again you edge foreward. Slowly but surely, you move. Inching you’re way to freedom. You see you’re exit, one more little stumble and you’re off. The heavens open and you can see the light at the end of the freeway. You’re home.
