I was driving home from work when I found myself behind a police car. I peered through the glass at the backseat passenger. There was a large silhouette of a man positioned awkwardly due to the handcuffs. His back was parallel to the window and his body remained stationary.
I saw his face in the glowing light and stared at this man who was also stealing glances of the illuminated landscape. In those seconds, I wanted to remember the way the sun hit the corners of his stoic face. His eyes did not break their hold on the scene we were all sharing on that warmed road. And my eyes followed him until the police car exited and I was left wondering what that man took with him as the road darkened.