July 5, 2007
The sun's rays seeped through the tinted windows of my car as I waited for the light impatiently, third in line from the intersection. A woman in her 40's crossed the street just shy of the crosswalk, passing in front of my car. I observed the long beads dangling from her neck and admired the tie-dye skirt she was wearing, knotted behind her neck. Her long, blonde hair was done up in a beret. I admired her alternative beauty as the lyrics, Where were you when we were getting high ran through my head and changed the station.