Thunder and lightning this morning, just in time for errands – but I can’t even be annoyed about it. Sitting in traffic with the rain pattering down is almost meditative, if I’m in the right frame of mind. And, as often as one sits in traffic around here, one gets into the right frame of mind, or gets an ulcer!
traffic
red tail-lights blooming
a garden of impatience
as we stop-and-go
the wiper’s swish, hypnotic
lulls my mind into daydream
I’m really trying to be zen about the traffic in my life at present. (And UBER grateful that I found my radio/CD code.) But I just cannot spend 2-5 hours per day in it. There must be a better way of living.