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My car slows as it approaches a stoplight. I take this opportunity to allow my mind to become engulfed with my surroundings: the bright fierce red of the traffic light, the brilliant blue sky with its specs clouds, and the mass of hurried people. The four corners of the intersection are filled with people who are preoccupied with their fast-paced lives to notice the little things, such as animals and anxious cars awaiting the traffic …

…the pickup and I slowly pull away from our spot. The squirrel startled with this sudden change runs under a nearby bush. The workers who were left behind by the change in light color feel a sense of malice for those who were able to cross. As I continue driving my mind returns from its journey. I think of all that has happened and realize that I can only look forward to the next stoplight.