Who knows how many coming and going right underneath me. I take it all in wondering about each person(s) in each vehicle. Everyone in their own world, yet all occupying the relative same space on this freeway. Going through the center of the Valley. Driving to and from, in a rush or just unwinding. What is on their mind during their commute.

Taking a pause on my way from one side of the free to the other. Thinking about all the other people who have hung out on the overpass, left their mark. Some experiencing pain, others high on life, drugs, a combination of.

After a few minutes hearing the cars whiz on by, feeling a breeze, I waive hello and goodbye and continue on as the city keeps writing a new chapter for the night.