It was one of those rare moments ...

It was one of those rare moments that when they happen you immediately know there's plenty of odd significance to them. They reveal hidden beauty despite a certain ugliness of the surrounding setting. It happened on a three-laned road jammed with heavy traffic. The late afternoon sun was low on the horizon and the cars cast long shadows on the avenue. The sunlight had that attractive high quality acquired from its advance through a wide portion of atmosphere. In front of me and my windshield a small piece of plastic floated in the air following the random streams of wind in the wakes of the preceding cars. And then it happened. The scrap of plastic, a glove actually, as those used in grocery stores to handle fruits, ascended from a place near the tarmac to cling in the rod of the antenna at the back of the roof of an ordinary Seat Ibiza. It stayed there attached to that black thin stick for about thirty seconds and a few dozen meters. It looked like an ornamental piece someone had placed on purpose to decorate the car, as if a bride was driving in that car to her upcoming wedding. The plastic rattled rapidly as a result of the wind, flip-flopping behind the pole sustaining it as the Ibiza moved upstream. The noise of its swift rattle did not reach my ears but it was obvious it must've had a nice, short, sharp rhythmical pattern. And as fast as the scene developed it also came to an abrupt end, normality resuming.