Standstill

The Stand Still

Lights flying through darkness.  Lights illuminating the stagnant night.  Could there be a better juxtaposition or frustration?  Stuck in traffic, watching the others reach their destination.  You must wait, unknowingly, for a new chance at movement.  Each passing car stabs at your patience, dwindling it down, down, down.

Traffic is a testing experience; unless you have a camera.

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