Headed straight home after a long shift at work.
ahead of us traffic lights flickering.
Like candles on a winter's night that feels like spring. 
Street lights glued to wooden poles
tall like trees. 
I gaze into this glowing sea 
Stunned wonderment clouding sight. 

Everything around me comes to a pause.
Every sound muted except passing cars,
Bumping along roads. 
Finding myself in evening-tide.