You’re a foot existing in harmony with the clutch.

Look at the traffic jam.

Aren’t you grateful to be part of it all?

To be gazing at this vibrant expanse

Of cars, taxis, trucks;

At dirty fingers sprouting out of windows,

Like flowers in spring.

To be listening to all honk, honk, honk,

And the beep, beep, beeeeeeep;

The enthusiastic exchange of Up Yours

And Get moving you slowpoke.

Your soul is waking up.

You feel so... alive.

You’re no longer just a driver -

You’re a foot...

Existing in harmony with the clutch.

Woman: Serenity that stays with you.

Lotus Spa.