waiting for mourning to come

Have you ever watched a stoplight on a foggy night? It's 2 am, barely any cars on the road, not a sound nearby; just an everchanging light and a passing of two or three cars. Do you ever wonder about the people passing the light at late hours of the night? Where are they coming from? Where are they going? Are they driving home from their best friend's house or going to work a graveyard shift? Are they rushing to the hospital because their wife is in labor? And what if all three of these cars passed the same light all at the same time? One saw a red light as green because they had too much to drink at their friend's house, one saw a green light as its true, green color, but went 20 mph over the speed limit, and one sat in the middle of the crosswalk at the yellow light, in complete and utter shock. One could see these lights just as primary colors; others could see these lights as a mistake.