Bright, shiny sun.
People all over the place going this way and that way.
Hot, shiny sun.
Someone cutting me off. Someone not using their signal.
Circling to find a place to park.
Sun in my eyes.
Burning my skin.
People walking in the middle of the parking lot.
Red light. Stop. Someone crossing. Stop.
Slow slow slow.
I just want to get home.
Or, maybe one day:
The sun is shining. The sky is blue.
I have a car to go run errands. A post office nearby. Traffic lights.
Money to buy candy.
I should eat something.