Three letters, three numbers
Reflected in the mirror
Blindsided by the rush
Of memories linked to the car behind me.
I wondered, as the lights changed,
How many trips to a beach they'd have, to solve a week's problems,
How many times they'd sing along to songs, or make new ones up to fill the silence
How many words would spill out in the middle of the night to be caught in the aging upholstery,
How many eyes would look out the back window to trace the clouds,
Catching glimpses of new worlds and magical spaces between clouds, trees and conversations.
How many life changing epiphanies would be had in the many kilometres they'll drive until they recognise the license plate in their rearview mirror?