I'm typing this with my thumbs as I sit in gridlocked traffic, on the highway headed toward my mother-in-law's house.
I'm supposed to pick up the boys at 5 'o clock. It's my last evening with the family before I leave for a four-day trip to Minneapolis. I tried to prepare everything ahead of time, so I could spend my remaining hours with the kids. And now here I am. Trapped.
People are getting out of their cars, stretching their legs and starting conversations. What was once a highway is now an impromptu block party. A woman in a silver dress stands barefoot, pedaling her feet up and down on the hot pavement. She gazes at the horizon.
The sky is particularly beautiful this evening.
I still miss my boys.