Tranquila

Fiorella was busting down DB Woods Road to meet friend Patricia at Starbucks and she was running late, but the car she'd just caught up with and the car in front of it were going at 40 mph rather than the 60 mph she wanted to go, and she couldn't risk trying to pass both of them on a three-lane road. In desperation, her eyes wandered to the cedar forests on the side of the road, where at least thirty of the trees had been dressed for Christmas by people who had gone out in the wet and the cold with ladders and decorations, determined to make the holidays cheerful and bright for everyone.

And Fio thought how wonderful it was that she lived in a world in which people share their joy with others, in particular, with impatient people who drive down DB Woods Road at top speeds.