This is a story of stop-light joy.
It was rush hour. And, I was in the thick of it.
I had dinner plans, and my friend was expecting me. Yes, one of those rush hour experiences.
Feeling rushed on the inside. Nothing to be done about it on the outside.
That’s when I started to take a look around.
I was sitting at a left-hand turn, with a dozen or more cars in front of me. I was going to be there awhile.
And, that’s when I noticed something I had passed a thousand times before, but clearly had never seen.
The busy, busy, busy, often smells like baked bread when you pass by, industrial bakery – at night. Maybe I’d been distracted by the intoxicating smell of fresh-baked bread, but I hadn’t ever noticed the building in all its night-time glory.
Beautiful white light. The shadows from inside. The black window frames. Square within a square within a square. The yellow and red squares of primary colour magic muted by darkness.
Honestly, I was hoping the stop-light wouldn’t change at that point. I fished around my purse for the camera, slid the window down on this winter’s night, and snapped as many pictures as I could before I had to move. Three in all. That’s it. Three.
This one is my favourite. For me, it’s that gorgeous light, shining in the darkness – gets me every time.
That’s what I call, Stop. Light! Joy.