dichotomy of the day

Yesterday while waiting at a red light I saw this:

A big, burly guy in a mud-covered, beat up truck at a stop light holding a pink pinwheel out his window. His huge, muscled arm was hairy and tatooed, and at the end of it there was this slim little stem and a burst of color...

He stared at it...smiling at the shimmery petals turning round and round in the breeze.