5 P.M

The delight of the end of the work day
Quickly replaced by the dread of the journey home
The streets are filled
Traffic flowing like molasses
Drivers blinded by haze of the afternoon sun
Lost in their world
With lingering thoughts of work or what waits at home
Perhaps loud music or the afternoon news
Two cars smashed together
Can’t help but catch their attention
The honk of one car is answered by another
Which in turn is answered by another
Each driver stuck in the same spot
They got stuck in yesterday
And the day before
All of them strangers
All with the same mission
Hoping to just enjoy
What’s left of the day

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