Flying by life at 80 MPH

A bit of context: This past winter break I went on a trip through Pennsylvania to visit various colleges. My parents decided to take a 9 or so hour drive home. The road conditions were fairly dangerous, but we went anyways. I thought that "Nine Stories" by J.D. Sallinger would be enough to keep me going through the trip, but I ran out of book. I got really bored and just started staring out the window and just thinking to myself. I was struck by inspiration and wrote the following on my phone at 11 PM.

I look out upon a deep, vast wasteland of pure white blizzardy non-sense. The world passing me by at 80 miles an hour. I see nothing but road and white stretching infinitely across my view. Then somehow, against all odds there is a single light. It might be travelling. What's that light? Its coming towards me. Its so small but it consumes me. All I think of is this damn light. I hate it! It taunts me letting me know that I will never know what it is. I will never see the mystery. It grows larger. What is this damned light! It comes over me. I see a single, glorious cascading moment of beauty. The light washes me. I see each individual snowflake dropping lazily down from miles in the sky. In that moment, I see. I pass that moment travelling 80 miles an hour. Everywhere I look is white once again.