When The Light Is A Lie

On Sunday afternoon, Mister Soandso and I were stopped at an intersection, waiting for the light to change. I don’t remember what we were talking about but I do remember thinking about how dead the grass was along side the road and how the light bounced off the metal window frames of the business across the street. Finally, we got our green arrow and he eased into the intersection.

It’s a suburban city intersection – the kind with bicycle lanes, a turning lane and two lanes in both directions. The kind you get when the city planners have the space to widen lanes and plan for urban growth. Continue reading

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