The Procession

An endless line of car after car after truck after jeep after car. A smileless line that stretches as far as I can see. Some headlights burning, others not. Somber and grave faces. Big sunglasses abound. A few apply make-up to eyes still puffy and swollen. Several sip on coffee and many clutch cell phones to their ears. One teen tunes out everything with headphones attached to his head, and another reads a book as they file slowly toward their destination. A funereal march of ants, really.

Glad my rotation on the commute to school is over tomorrow!!!

Representin'
Props to Pastor P