Right in the center of Haifa (well, one of its centers, it's a city of many), there's a very busy junction. Three traffic veins merge and spill towards the slope of Mt. Carmel.
3 traffic lights stood between the free parking I was lucky to find on the street and the dental appointment that would mark the beginning of a beautiful friendship with my bank account.
3 reds that I waited holding my aching girl and skitty boy, focused on getting to the dental office, on a high floor watching over Haifa.
Should have paid their attention to the fact that we're waiting for the green to pass. Instead, I was focused on surviving the walk.
They are both very observant. I'm sure they noticed I respect the red and didn't cross.
A red traffic light is also a constraint. An unchanging element that shapes its environment.