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Something strange about this one traffic light...the past several times I've come home, I've had some sort of strange revelation worth documenting. All of these epiphanies take place at the intersection where West Ave and Hollow Tree Ridge Road meet. Every time I'm listneing to some sort of strange music that seems to fit with my mood, and each time i'm in the same spot: i'm past curfew, and i'm heading home on West Ave.
Tonight's music was "Green Arrow" by Yo La Tengo.
The light didn't stay red for a long time tonight; it turned green nearly right after I stopped, albeit I prepared myself for the worst.
I could barely see a hundred feet ahead of me; the fog covered everything around, and the street lights around only illuminated its ghastly presence.
This is hard to document. I had a moment of clarity on the drive home, now I'm cluttered.
Basically I would like to get across- without sounding like an idiot (which may be impossible) -that I do not know if I've felt this way about anyone before. Ever. And it doesn't scare me one bit.
Tonight's music was "Green Arrow" by Yo La Tengo.
The light didn't stay red for a long time tonight; it turned green nearly right after I stopped, albeit I prepared myself for the worst.
I could barely see a hundred feet ahead of me; the fog covered everything around, and the street lights around only illuminated its ghastly presence.
This is hard to document. I had a moment of clarity on the drive home, now I'm cluttered.
Basically I would like to get across- without sounding like an idiot (which may be impossible) -that I do not know if I've felt this way about anyone before. Ever. And it doesn't scare me one bit.