Just Another Stranger

On occasion I slip out of the comfort and sanctuary of the house going with the flow of traffic steady, in the slow lane, scanning the byways, those familiar places that I know well having traveled up and down the macadam blacktop wondering why everyone is in such a hurry. I pause at the red lights waiting for the change to green ignoring the horns anxious to move before their time. that fast-paced mode, rushing, edging forward then breaking when the light hesitates then off we go into the flow just another stranger, faceless, impatient, angry at the speed limiting their moves wanting to be away from here to there a destination temporary in passing or permanent if returning home again passers by, just another stranger on the road.