Traffic Nature

I fear nature. I also fear that we keep ignoring her when she is truly nice to us and barely notice her when she intimidates us. We run for cover or figure out means to “protect”  and carry on!  Truly worries me, how more insensitive can we get?

This morning, more than a mile of bumper to bumper, the sun shining as gracefully as ever, the gentle breeze, the trees whispering their subtle melody. A free man can not ask for anything more from this earth. Yet 40 out of 45 cars in front of me had windows rolled up, some lame music playing am sure. The 5 were smoking.