Eye's tell of what's behind

I travel at 76 miles per hour down interstate 70, headed eastbound. The fog is heavy and so are my thoughts.
My mind wonders about my future, our future, and everyone I knows future. My mind becomes a web that captures, distorts, and processes goals and dreams of different people.
I think about a certain one that makes me smile. The second my mind touches that thought, the car in front of me throws a lit cigarette out the window.

My eyes see fireworks.

A few minutes later my mind revisited that thought, and exactly on cue, that car throws another lit cigarette out the window.

My eyes see fireworks again.

Coincidence? Probably. At least I saw something so pretty.