It was the size of, and almost as round, as a baseball bouncing through the cars. I watched without a thought as it plummeted, leapt, and spun, bouncing from the summer sun heated pavement up and over the hood of a black Lexus sedan, gliding and trickling across the shiny fender, dipping adieu only to pop off the blacktop, elevating itself to the perfect height to gently scale the side of a speeding monster truck and tap dance across the flat bed cover of the Super Duty Ford.

As it traveled away, almost matching the speed of the wayward traffic, I lost sight of the whimsical roadway meteor, leaving me in a state of awe like I’d just experienced the last note of a symphony concert.

The scene slowly replayed in my mind from the beginning of the sonata. I remember seeing the work truck trailer pass by, peripherally, seconds after the rock star took it’s leave, falling gracefully off the back of it’s construction trailer stage for it’s solo performance. Saying farewell to it’s stone comrades forever as it followed its own, very different destiny. It would not be one to wind up forever buried again, after a million years, only after it’s tiny contribution, with its team of thousands, as a temporary driveway. To block the force of water from eroding the path to someone’s future home or office. To be a small part of a foundation to support the giant rolling rubber tires of Goliath sized tractors and trucks.

I realized in that moment, that it had bailed off the back of the trailer just a few feet ahead of where I was parked in the turn lane and it’s trajectory was completely left to fate.

I imagined a different dance, a fate-plotted assassins target. It could have been any one of us. I contrived a different moment, where my last vision was of a rock blasting through my windshield into a spider web ball shape and my last word-formed thought was, “What’s tha…….”.

I would have no knowledge, I hope, that my brains were instantly smashed and my spark of life was suddenly extinguished, leaving my corpse forever waiting for the left turn light as my turn signal slowly clicked its last audible click.

The gravity fed, fueled spinning boulderite could easily have taken the life of an unsuspecting motorist if it was just destined to do it, but it wasn’t. Somehow, it seemed to float through the air and rocketing, rambling vehicles, each driver and passenger uniquely unaware of their own immediate dance with fate.