It happens while traffic lights swing in the breezes of midnight and conscious thought awakens. Awareness. Stars flicker in a darkened sky that heretofore had been bleak and uninspiring. Lone brake lights flash then pause, suspending time in an open intersection of choices. And this is when reality hits in waves of bubbling hilarity. Comical. Self-centered. Of course, Human.
Too much self-importance in this relatively inconsequential mass of humanity as the enormity of the universe in relation to the planet pulls at the lonely angst of the moment. Telescopic lens from the other side of nowhere in the vast deep sea, magnifies the angle. It's clear evidence that far too many people fill time with inane thought and measureless action.
It's here, as the light turns green, that fear is finally unceremoniously dumped next to a scuffed and abandoned emergency call box. Neither will be recognized henceforth as anything other than ancient cosmic decay blowing at the tumbleweeds of unproductive thought. And it is here, in an obscure and surprising sweep of clarity, that time begins to count once more. Belief gains ground. Hope shifts gears and forward motion finally releases the despondency of traction.
- This Carman Girl
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