Running the Race

Recently I was sitting at a four-way light, looking at the people in the other lanes, all of us waiting for our signal to proceed. My vehicle pointed North towards home. It was a sunny but cool afternoon, as we’re getting glimpses of warmth here in the Northeast. It is still March, after all.

While I sat watching the other cars, I noticed the humans in them. It occurred to me that for the 52 years I’ve been driving, I always saw the cars on the road, but not the people inside them. That day I...