In a world that measures worth by busyness, it is striking to see a creature of the wild, made for survival, strength, and constant motion, simply sit and gaze.

The car is still, but the world is in motion. I sit in my parking lot pew, the sanctuary of a dashboard altar, windows all the way down, letting September air baptize me with a breeze that still carries the memory of summer but already hints at the sting of coming winter.

A reflection on people who forget.