The highway orchestra

You know how an orchestra sits prepared to play. All instruments held up prepared to play. Waiting for the first swish of the conductors hand and as that swish comes the music begins. Sometimes it's like a slow crescendo as if you are walking slowly up a mountain side to see the sun set on the other side. Other times the music begins fast as in a state of panic, rushing up and down the scales in a meso forte.

Now as the music plays on the beauty begins to dance about the instruments, floating in between each other. Sometimes an instrument will exit and another will enter. Today as I drove to my parents for my brothers birthday I listened to the highway orchestra. They are not conducted by one single person, but by many working together although they don't know it. Some of the bass instruments moved slower along the highway and others like a piccolo zoomed by. The most beautiful part or the climax of the music was when I was in Syracuse and the cars passed in and out of lanes with grace. It was beautiful to watch, to listen to, and to be a part of.