Open Spaces

My fingers tapped on the steering wheel as I stared at the sea of red lights in front of me.
I knew I should have known better than to attempt to drive in the middle of rush hour.
But the mood to flee where I was at had hit rather strongly.
So in the car I had jumped...
And now I sat stuck in the middle of the city.
Trapped in more ways than just in the car.
I took a slow steadying breath, trying to ignore the feeling of the towering buildings looming over me.
They weren't moving, they weren't going to fall on me, there was blue sky in the narrow strip that allowed roads to move between the masses.
I was fine.
The tapping of my fingers on the steering wheel got more frantic.
I was fine.
I would be even more fine if the cars in front of me ever decided to remember they had movement so I could get out of the tight area.
Open space.
Any open space was preferable to here.

-Inspiration from driving home in rush hour traffic.