Traffic Light Turns
We sat waiting for the light to change. The engine turning over, its vibrations comforting in their regularity. The windows were down even though it was too hot for it. The stale breeze coming through carried the fumes of other vehicles and fast food.
My arm rested on the door, telling me to remove it from the sun. But the shade within was cool enough and I liked the sensation in my elbow as the heat fought with the cold. It roiled and shifted, dancing back and forth. Armies in a battle of attrition that would only be decided when I moved.
The leather seats creaked every time we shifted on them. But we held our pose, poised as we were to jump at the light. We didn’t have the radio on. We didn’t speak. Each of us just looked out our own windows, waiting.
Joel drove. It was his car. One that we suspected he cared more for than he let on, given it was always immaculate. Sofia, Kim and Andre filled the back bench. Kim may in fact have been asleep or they were just starting at sky through the rear windscreen. While I had the passenger seat.
Ahead of us more strip malls, behind us the same. The streets would eventually give way to the desert. But they never let on that there was something else to be found there. We could only hope to keep driving. If only the light would change.
Today’s art courtesy of Calderg207 from San Jose, Costa Rica.