A River Of Stones: Stone Number Five

The car, blue Fiat Panda (what else?) pulls out of the turning ahead of me. Into my path. I notice that I precisely halve my speed. We are 40kmph under the limit now. I notice that the world doesn't end if I slow. I notice that the car behind me must adjust too. I notice that I'm not angry at the car in front. It's a blue, metal box. Inside is a man. With a heart, with a soul. I have more time to look around at the frost-painted grass now.