Traffic

Every morning my phone lights up with a traffic message. And every day it says the same thing: "Light traffic in your area." 

Do you, dear reader, realize how wonderful that is? How freeing?  

Not that it matters, since most places you can walk to. Which undoubtedly helps the traffic stay light. Win-win.

Since I always like a good metaphor… 

Traffic is about flow. About getting from one place to another. In some places there's gridlock. People trapped where they don't want to be. Blocked from getting where they want to go. 

And in other places, you float merrily merrily merrily merrily down the stream. 

A close friend visited me and said I was living in a dream.

If I am, I don't want to wake up.