staring at stoplights
looking through the windshield of
car in front of me …
Driving to work in the dark again after the time change.
I found myself stopped at a stoplight and looking at the stoplights through the windshield of the car in front of.
The windshield of the car in front me neatly framed the four, no, five lights counting the left turn lane, that pointed in my direction from straight ahead.
The glass in the windshield made the lights into little starbursts for green when the color changed and the cars started to move.
I live in podunk little town and I drive to a resort town on a barrier island on the Atlantic Ocean.
As I stared at the stoplights, looking through the windshield of the car in front of me I had to wonder.
Four, no, five lanes counting the left turn lane for all the traffic coming on to the island.
Five lanes of traffic.
Five lanes of paved road.
In one direction.
There are five going the other way as well.
Ten lanes of traffic connecting podunk with a dead end barrier island.
It wasn’t so much that there were that many people who drove that many cars that so many lanes were needed but that we all had to be on the island at the same time.
But that’s okay.
We all leave at 5 o’clock too.
And we will need all these lanes to get off the island.
Trying to make sense of this world and I cannot even understand my commute.
In the marathon race of life, I am expected to finish my race even though the folks who won this race finished long ago.
The light was green and I drove through the light, under the green starbursts and on to another day at work.
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