JGR Photography

I rush through the rush hour of New York traffic, though it seems like that is always. I look to my right and see the endless line of cars. I turn my head to the left and see nothing up until the next stoplight. I then realize that I should look forward, or I might get run over by the rude New Yorkers. I am tosed in every direction, and my friend R yells at me and says, "Hurry up the light is about to turn green!" I make my way over to the other side and look back to see the cars speeding, blurring as the go. 

 

(from Z's point of  view)