The commuter van sailed through the intersection moments before the rain started to fall. The door slid shut. I sat next to the window and watched the rain sweep the tarmac.
The engine droned. The world rushed past. The commuter van faded…..
Into a plush carpeted office with a massive transparent desk. I walked to the ceiling to floor windows. There it was. A city in the trees. A couple of high rises peeking through the canopy. Birds chirping. No sounds of traffic. I slid across the room and into my seat. I turned too fast and came close to cheek to pane….
The commuter van had stopped. It was stuck in traffic. The pane right of my head still rattled.