Adjacent Meetings

You stare out the passenger side window, Van Goghing the scenery as it blurs by. A conscious effort to lift your head from the window sill becomes exigent and you continue to stare. As fast as the colors stream by you ponder why the destination is taking so long to reach. Although time has no boundary on your arrival you begin to wonder about departing anyway. 

While the vehicle halts at a red light. You can't help but to think of a disastrous scenario for your ordinary day. Once the light transitions to green you pray for a miscreant to neglect the traffic laws, ignore the symbol for red-means-stop and slam onto your side of the car at a blistering speed. Lunging thoughts, parts, glass, metal, rain, oil, and flesh in the momentums direction. You wish you could see this art. The beautiful halo of debris that surround the "accident" as survival is minimal and hope is only for heaven. Staring now from a birds eye view you rewind in slow motion and recreate the adjacent connection between strangers. Everyone becomes oh so familiar. You blink twice, and finger paint the scenery as your breath fogs the windows. 

Silent prayers for worst case scenarios so your bad doesn't seem so... bad.