nothing feels more moving than those afternoons when the sun is high in the sky and you're sitting in the left turning lane and the other left lane is turning and as everyone drives past you, you are met with the exposed interior of each car and the sunshine on each persons cheeks and in each persons eyes and the ballet of each sun visor going down and the sunglasses going down and seeing who is traveling alone and who has passengers and the looks on those passengers faces and the kids in the back and its all over in a few seconds and they all disappear and you have to keep driving
