Tuesday Blues

There are some things in life that are so utterly lonesome.

Tonight, driving home after working a little late, I found myself (as usual) in an endlessly long line of traffic, watching the light go green to yellow to red five times before my car made it to the intersection. The sun was going down and the sky was pale yellow; everyone's headlights were glaring. Everyone looked bored out of their minds and irritable, in their plush cars and SUVs. Everyone was inching along, cutting each other off, honking--but mostly just sitting and waiting and wanting to get home. It seemed like there were a thousand of us, even just at that one intersection, but it still felt so lonely, so empty, so cold.

Another Tuesday in Nashville.