I sometimes suffer from cluttered states of mental traffic. If I slow down to contemplate it I am overwhelmed and can no longer see out the window, so to speak. Opening the door to accommodate the influx of ideas is usually a useless hassle. My brain seems to melt in the attempt.
Fortunately I'm brought back to the actuality of my surroundings, the beauty of natures scenery that asks so little in return.
"Always something greener" so I push on, hoping to get my kiss. Tenacity and perseverance are viable traits. They get you through those miles of traffic to arrive on time, "someones time"!
I may have this all wrong but this gives me hope. A little bit abstractly presented but lots of fun nonetheless.