On my way back to Boston I found my happy place on the highway.
My headphones were in, my playlist was running, and I found myself lost out the window.
I looked to the opposite side of the highway, where the cars were heading south.
I was a college student whose parents were driving her back to school.
But where are they headed?
The other cars on the highway.
I wondered what their story is; the people inside.
Who is driving?
These people we pass daily.
Do you ever wonder?
Who is flying the plane above your head?
Who are its passengers?
Where are they going?
Where are they coming from?
There could be 50 books on your shelf,
but the real unread stories are within whom we pass by.