Driving to work, I noticed the color of a yellow automobile. It was just ahead of me as I merged left into the turning lane. Curving left, a direction absent of wrong or right, I was, we were all, a direction simply curving.
Moving. Forward with the flow of traffic behind a yellow, winter salted automobile. It’s driver also curving left, if just ahead
I found myself smiling, warmed, pleased by the symbolism and my attribution of me-
This creative act, simultaneously my own and independent of it, touched me. And I am re-minded… so continues the world.