Sitting in traffic alone beneath autumn trees,

feeling resentful,

spinning stories,

thinking about her.

Under the resentment,

a tangle of judgement roiled.

I sat, wanting the light to change

 when suddenly, somehow –

an untangling –

and she was separate

from my judging mind.

The wind shifted.

The light changed.

 The autumn trees showered me with gold.

                                                                                           JDG