And now for something completely different

This is just a random exercise in creative writing since I couldn't get into that class this semester. Bear with me, and sorry if it sucks. I think it's kinda cool, though.

Driving to work was always a time for reflection and enthused sing-alongs, when she would croon with her favorite bands and imagine she had a halfway-decent singing voice, losing herself in a fantasy world of rock and roll stardom. Occasionally she spared a thought for those in the cars around her, wondering if they noticed her mid-song—mouth shaped into a perfect O and brow furrowed in an emotional cry—but this line of thought never went far and always ended with her lips curving into a smile, defying the other drivers to judge her. A certain song that always inspired a desire to smoke was next on her iPod, and she began fishing through her purse for her pink and white lighter and menthol cigarettes. She rolled her window down a crack, letting in a quick gust of cool fall air and grasped the cigarette between her lips. Quickly taking her eyes off the road she lit up, blowing out a thin plume of blue-grey smoke through her plump, puckered mouth. Though she never truly relished or craved smoking as much as her friends did, she had to admit the cigarette was calming, and the lingering taste of mint from the menthol was pleasant on the back of her tongue. She would quit soon, but not just yet. She drove along only half-conscious of her surroundings—she was so used to this route, she could follow it in her sleep. However, today as she climbed a hill nearby to her intended destination she was presented with an unexpectedly beautiful sight—the downtown skyline. Normally she saw it as a simple collection of glass, concrete, and brick; a haven for bankers and cubicle-dwellers going about their mundane business dealings, a representation of a life she never wanted to lead. But today, she crested a hill just as the sun was on that particular point of its descent when the rosy-gold rays of early evening glinted off of the glass buildings, creating a surreal beauty that emanated from the urban jungle. The rapidly fading blue sky created a bright, crisp background, with only a few wispy mares’ tail clouds gracefully dusting the stratosphere in soft hues of pink and silver. In the dusky half-light she was momentarily dazzled, her dark brown eyes appearing slightly golden against the glow as she took a sharp intake of the cold air and felt a surge of delight and inspiration. She allowed herself to temporarily forget her normally bitter view of all things corporate, and felt a new love and appreciation for her city. Though this short-lived burst of joy would soon be dashed upon entering into the drab parking garage opposite her workplace and preparing for reality, she smiled once more and decided that sudden, simple moments such as these, free from care and filled with unexpected beauty, were what she needed every once in a while to make the constant weight of her obligations seem temporarily lighter than a feather.