They always say that there’s light at the end of the tunnel. In roads that know no end, though, the only thing that remains would be an afterglow. Or maybe that a pair of glowing headlights will give way to a few more, or a dozen more, until the road becomes a light show of headlamps.
I was crossing the footbridge along EDSA-Estrella last night, catching a few glimpses of the giant Anne Curtis billboard as I made my way up the stairs to the walkway. Lately I’ve taken to the habit of taking random snapshots of places every now and then for no apparent reason, so I took a picture of the chaotic traffic going northbound. It’s 10:30 PM, it’s a Friday, and it’s pay-week… if there’s such a word.
It seemed so coherent up ahead, yet as traffic surges ahead, the light turns to headlamps. The single light turns to movement, realizing that all these lights are separate, that the truth down there is nothing but chaos. For the next few minutes I stood there, fascinated by traffic and lights and wondering where all these cars came from. Then I walked on, took the tricycle, and made my way back home.
There’s always something you see differently if you take the high road.
