I don't think I'll ever get used to driving on the freeway at peak hour - or should I say parking on the freeway? Three lanes of cars sitting on a long bitumen parking lot edging forward bit by bit.

Suddenly there's a break and I start to move forward then rows of red lights come on ahead of me and I ease my foot on the brake yet again. I glance across at the car next to me. The driver has a strained expression on his face his fingers tapping on the steering wheel, the boom boom boom of the bass vibrates through the glass windows. His lips move, his hand is running through his hair, the tapping on the steering wheel is more like a banging.

My mind drifts from my own frustrations and I wonder what's going through his mind. What will happen if he is late for work as he expects. Will he lose his job? Will his boss tell him off? Or will he just walk in and nobody will notice anything different? What happened at home before he left? Some sharp words as he gulped down his coffee, muttered expletives when the garage door wouldn't open for him. He's been meaning to fix that up for weeks but something always comes up, there are so many things that everyone expects him to do.

I breathe deeply and whisper a prayer. Lord grant me peace in the midst of a frantic world. Instead of my frustration at the state of the traffic I find a moment to hear a still small voice speaking deep inside. While we're not moving I can allow my mind to slow down and reflect on the day ahead of me. I can even whisper a prayer for the driver next to me. Lord grant him peace.

I see his shoulders relax. He reaches over to his radio. The boom boom boom stops.