Locked
My eyes are locked with the traffic that whizzes by, endlessly, every single day. How many people do my eyes fall upon each and every day? How many cars pass by me while I sit here in an air-conditioned store? What happens in these people's lives? Where are they headed? It is early morning, so I suppose most are either traveling to work to perform some sort of early morning shopping. Is that the only reason why people travel? Work or errands? I'm sure at least a handful are traveling for entertainment or enjoyment. Maybe they are beginning a road trip or heading to a social gathering. If I were to use my own personal experience as a guide, then they are only driving to work or errands. It is rare that any reason other than obligation would compel me to leave my quiet apartment. Perhaps that speaks to my character more than it does the countless thousands of strangers I see every day. I am much more of an isolated cocoon than a social butterfly. My home has everything I ...