Tossing and turning, my imagination runs wild. All the cars driving along with no glitch or break in their routine. They all fly by, not taking time to look at the scenery or appreciate the advantages. The drivers of the car form a routine as they drive and at the same time, a routine of themselves. Suddenly there is a glitch in the plans.
Speed is impeded.
Cars slowly come to a stop. Horns roar, angry men sigh and light cigarettes. Faces turn red as exhaust from cars seeps into the air. Some accept this hindrance and simply sigh and turn up the radio. There's a bridge in the distance, slowly raising its arms to embrace a new friend and hold back some anxious ones.