Undulant Rave: The Whimsy of Choosing A Street Light (The World’s Reborn in 4)

Have you ever been on your way home,

coming toward an intersection,

given the choice of,

do I take the longer way that comes to me far sooner,

or do I wait for the traffic light to change,

to take a shorter path?

What a lovely little moment,

a richly perfect moment.

Forced to make a decision, so very inconsequential.

On the way to a decision, where one must choose that trivially wonderful feeling of saved time

or that wonderfully trivial sensation of less effort henceforth made.

So very ridiculous, so very meaningful.

A juncture without significant undulations into the passageways within your life,

that feels so very big when you are there.

A mature feeling mischievousness that makes the day a bit warmer.

For this I cannot hate mankind.