Still

Everything was still, utterly still, breathing into the sunshine. 

The gap between the bars led my eyes to the world outside.

Except for an endless stream of black, blue, and white cars whizzing on the dusty bridge. In between you see a flash of red, and then within a few minutes the roar of a truck rumbling along the road. From behind the glass door sharp raised voices drift through and melt into the loud endless rush outside. 

I remained still, breathing into the sunshine.