Waiting for the traffic light. The reaction is almost immediate to turn left. It's another red light at the next intersection. Before the car reaches that crossing, the light turns green, as the music in the car takes on a bluesy mellowness. Many blues could be the color of the next intersections, taking away the red, yellow, and green. But there's no moon-color to take away this time. It's drizzling. The streets are wet, full of reflections. Car-lights illuminate them deeper into the night.
