significant

today the tip of the bridge has become a pinnacle, and the clouds around the setting sun resemble a fried egg.

we are, all of us, blinded by the immersion of sunlight directly in the eyes. one hand on the wheel, the other cupped over the brow, driving home to our lives.

i rise before the sun, chase it to the timeclock, and face it again at the close of nine hours.
it could all be another day with nothing special or significant.

i've spent so much time coming and going to work that it could become that way. life is gift, not a familiar friend to spend time with or lose track of. or is it?