in contrast to context

i love when life stops me.
when i have to halt here at the draw-bridge, i can get out of my car,
stretch my legs, my arms, wave at the boats, smile at the view,
at the birds, at the people
viewing me from their protective glass encasements.
i can breathe in the air.
i can breathe out the air.
everything just stops.
and i can just be.

happy.