Yellow Lights

What I thought was the coolest thing about London was their traffic lights. Instead of using the yellow light just to warn about the impending red, they also used it to indicate the green was coming.

Life should be like that too. Not just tell me when to get ready to stop, but also tell me when to get ready to go.

Where I'm from we know the light's about to change by glancing over at the one for the cross street. But that doesn't work as well as it used to. Now there are a dozen different traffic signals at every intersection. Arrows for left turns. And for rights. Sometimes even arrows just for going straight. U-turns sometimes. And left turn lanes others. Occasionally those right turn doohickies.

I know how to get there, but I don't know why I'm going. I know yellow means slow down, but sometimes I wish it meant go.

I should feel like I'm a part of the traffic, but I don't. I just feel surrounded by it.

And there aren't enough yellow lights in the world to ready me for where I'm going this time.