Nell's Angle

The car make a u-turn and the clouds hang low above as if able to touch. The wind makes a slow whisper brings the fragrance of the soil.
The traffic light shows the red color, but inside the car everything rolls like an old black and white movie, moving in slow motion. Lazy, silent, solemn and peace somehow.

Like we don't need anybody else, like there's only us in this crowded traffic jam. A flying mellow mood lies heavy in the air, falling slowly like embracing us.
Suddenly the rain drops, like a blessing from heaven we are smiling to each other, a slow breathing, we hear and follow the tune plays softly, sit back and watching the life out there from a secluded place.

That's a jazz song feel to me.