Harmony in a Flower

I was worn out from the morning commute. I was angry at the event that had led to my predicament and angry at myself for letting it disturb me so much. I've always taken pleasure in being able to hold my composure under pressure, but lately it seems like the trash just keeps piling up and the odor won't go away. I recognize your finger and I raise you both, sir! My arm is now dangling out of the open car door window while I sit in traffic as far as the eye can see, staring off into space. Even though my thoughts were still burning, I happened to look up and notice a single blossom rising above the weed-covered highway median.

Here