carpool

Driving home at the very welcome end of the day. We were stalled in traffic between the driver making out with his girlfriend and the driver texting into her lap, with a trail of brake lights crawling over the hill and out of sight. I had one wrist resting on the steering wheel, and thoughts running thick through my head. I smiled a little despite myself. I glanced out the window for composure, then glanced at you in the passenger seat. You were wearing a secret smile, too, and looking out the window. And even though we were both miles away, it was as though we'd touched for a second.

photo by CJ Sewers