Thoughts on Traffic

There they sat, embedded in the five o clock traffic stretching like a river, once teeming with life, now frozen solid in mid-January.
Fish and all.

And there they sat, like grown up children eager to go home.
A.D.D. making them fidgety as they imagine how, if only their car could fly, they would soar home in eight minutes, miles above traffic.
But gravity is a stubborn and effective force.