miraclesandmayhem

the great Red Rooster crows and the crowds swell. a traffic patrolman stands like Moses at the edge of a sea of cars, parting the way for an enormous exodus of emigrating workers. winding in and out of preoccupied passerby. darting like harried hummingbirds with no time to rest and no tune to hum to except the incessant drone of motors--big, small, and in-between. now in between the barbarous "no-blinker" bus veering hard left and the too-much toting tuk tuk taking his "sweet sunday-strolling suprised that there could be anyone else on my road" time. :) it's monday morning and there's a miracle a minute in the mini-metropolis where i live.