A shiny, giant 4X4 SUV rolls by, jacked up a half-metre off the ground to leap manhole covers with its 500 horses snorting toxic gases. Anger becomes sadness then slips into despair and slowly shifts to pity:

Folks place such personal value and investing so much of themselves into hunks of unfeeling metal.

And they miss the pleasure of walking on a beautiful spring day — too busy to pause and enjoy — too busy to play because they must pay and pay again for their shiny bauble.

Pity.