Turning signal lights flashing like uncoordinated fairy lights
Beams of street lights conforming to the windscreen of the car
Radio static filling your ears like bees in an angry hive
Petrol fumes disappearing into the night like clouds
High beams temporarily blinding you like the sun does when it wakes up

Faces blurred as you pass like birds in fast motion
Anonymous. Distant.
They do not know me, nor I them.