Passenger Window

Soft, meandering thoughts of nothingness pass through my mind, like the passing trees and power lines outside my passenger window.  I am free of the bustle and stress that cause my mind to race, but ironically I am at a lack of something to focus upon.  And so my mind lazily wanders from distant thought to thought, like the lazy up and down of the slack between the power polls.  Thoughts linked by randomness, ongoing seemingly without direction.  It's peaceful.