The Universe has a way of putting things into perspective for us, if only we’re aware enough to see.
This afternoon, I got caught in a traffic jam on my way home from visiting a dear friend. Odd, I thought, since it was about two in the afternoon and, well, two in the afternoon isn’t prime traffic jam time, you know? Then I noticed a thick plume of very dark smoke in the not-too-distant distance. Then the police car came roaring up behind us, making those of us in the left lane pull onto the shoulder to let him pass. Then, as I got closer, I could make out the flashing lights of a fire truck, a flatbed, and a couple more police cars (though, thankfully, no ambulances).
A car had veered off the highway and into the grassy median and, it seems, caught fire. Then proceeded to catch the median on fire. The entire car was a smoking hulk – I could tell neither color, nor make or model – and a decent patch of the grass between the highways was scorched and smoking.
I’m grateful for my car problems.
***this isn’t a photo of the car fire I witnessed, but it’s a pretty good facsimile…