It's at that point where it's not quite dark, but not light out anymore. Some people have their headlights on and some people will wait until they can't see anything. Everybody rocks out in their cars when they're driving. I don't want to stop when I get to a red light. I'd rather keep singing and have everyone look at me funny. It's great when you see someone singing at the top of their lungs from across the street when you hear no music at all. It looks absolutely ridiculous and you start thinking "that must be what I look like when I'm singing. I'm gonna stop when I get to a traffic light."
I like standing at empty intersections in the middle of the night and watching the light change in silence. Yellow. Red. Then from red to green. It seems pointless when there are no cars anywhere to be seen. But, still it dutifully changes on cue, back and forth. Maybe it's just a habit that it can't break. Or maybe it's just a programmed traffic signal. This won't make sense next time I read it.
Let's toast to future therapy sessions!
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