Feels Like Home

Driving home from work tonight, I was feeling strange. I've been forced to rethink my life lately, and make big decisions that could potentially make or break me depending on how it's handled, specifically, these next few months are huge and could change my life for the better or the worse. So I've been thinking about myself as a human being, and figuring out if I like the way I've become based off my choices this past year. Anyways, as I was driving home, and planning out the rest of my week, and thinking of the hectic times I have ahead of me, I was feeling overwhelmed and scared. I drive up to the stop light at Sunrise and Madison, ready to turn left, cop behind me (like usual), Beirut in the stereo, pomegranate seeds in my lap, windows down, I look to my right, and there was a little red car stopped next to me and inside was a lady with blonde hair, probably early 40's, and wearing a red jacket. She looks my way, and with the most simple lightness, she smiles. It was possibly the most genuine smile I have ever received. It actually made me forget about all that silly stuff I was worrying about before, and all at once, I felt like I was home. But before I could return the gesture, the light turns green. All I wanted to do was follow this woman, and get to know her. How old was she? What does she do? Does she have a family? Does she like Mexican food as much as I do? Does she know who Sigur Ros is? (Doubt it.) Does she smile like this to every one just to be nice? These were all questions that swarmed through my head. But, soon enough, Hackberry Lane came all too quickly, and my journey ended.