Treadmill to Oblivion (100 word post, 5 of 50)

Did you ever have one of those days when the sun is radiant blue and you’re driving with the top down and the music is warm and carefree and in the roar of the wind you think of all the possibilities ahead of you and the prospects of your success seem excellent? Do you then play out the happiness to come too far, far enough to remember that all things decay and pass and the dying breath of the rich, happy man is no more pleasurable than that of the suffering, failed poor man? Happens to me all the time.