the light and the traffic held up and the southern wind delivered upon us, a moment. he and i don’t speak the same internet, so how we got around to this topic, i couldn’t remember. i’m pretty sure we began with talks of nuclear and the impending water crisis, and i hardly risked opening my mouth on such things. yet this was when his mind edged forward, towards my thoughts, and perhaps for a second, unknown to eachother, elbow to elbow, we mingled like the unfriendly mingling of traffic we loved.