April 17th- Two Hour Commute

I sat in traffic with my top down thinking of everything that has happened these past few weeks.
I sat in traffic and attempted to listen to some of my recorded lectures. The key word is attempted.
I sat in traffic and thought about my emotional journey, all the low valleys and extremely high peaks.
I sat in traffic with my top down wanting to just escape before peoples' tempers erupted.

The sun was finally shining after a morning and early afternoon of a gray overcast.
The sun was finally beaming down on me and all the others stuck on the freeway.
The sun was finally shining, but all I could think about was my urge to drive fast.
The sun was finally beaming down but the heavy traffic offered little leeway.

My playlist was on shuffle fifty seven songs that I chose to keep me sane on the road.
My playlist was on shuffle fifty seven songs that ranged from acoustic covers to classic rock.
My playlist was on shuffle fifty seven songs that were meant to keep my mood mellowed.
My playlist was on shuffle fifty seven songs that some titles would just be a shock.

I watched the different cars drive past me, and I drive past other cars in the sea of metal and rubber.
I watched the buildings on the side of the freeway change and vary in all shapes and sizes.
I watched the color of sky hoping to see some foliage for a change grass, bushes, or even some lumber.
I watched the headlights and  taillights and watch the colors of the sunset knowing that the sun always rises.