It’s the hypnosis of looking out the window while driving along the highway.

There are endless trees flying by, waving to you as you make your way. You speculate about the stories happening in the cars you pass, or the cars that pass you.

In the city, there are countless stories of people. You wonder about them and you get the suspicion they’re wondering about you. Each creating a story about the other.

On a warm day that hasn’t hit stupid levels of hot, the windows are open allowing the wind to rush through. The breeze feels nice.

Endless thoughts enter into your mind. Ideas that were festering finally come to light and connections are made that get you excited.

Looking out the window gets you looking outside yourself, but in return, it becomes a reflection of what’s happening deep inside.