She.  Leaning back.
Scooping hair off her neck.
Air conditioning
Doing what it could.
Standstill traffic.

He.  Edging forward.
Baseball cap keeping him cool.
Window down.
Doing what it could.
Slow crawl traffic.

They looked, right.
A micro moment in infinity.

And the lights changed.
And the traffic moved.
And they drove apart.
Divided by direction
And a million other differences.

He.  She.
But instinctively
A smile.
We’ll make it.  Humanity.


Author: Lowrey E. Gray

Usually found with a cup of tea, a pet or a book, I am most content with life's humble gifts. A catch up with friends and home baked cakes is my idea of bliss. My heart beats where my family are close but my soul will always be in that place between sunset and sunrise. 💚

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