I saw a homeless man, standing at the corner of Nimitz and the end of Highway 8. As we pulled up to the stoplight and waited at the red, I read his sign and observed his body.

"HOMELESS ANYTHING HELPS"

Long, brown hair tied back in a ponytail.
Old sneakers.
Blue, navy windbreaker.

I had change, but I spent the entire spotlight wondering if he was really homeless and observing his clothes and things. Wonder wonder ponder...

And just about then...

The light turned green.

I scowled and I realized: That sucks.

For most people, green lights are exciting. "My turn now! Upward and onward" of sorts.

But for navy windbreaker guy, the green light symbolizes everyone else's turn. The red light is his hope. The red light is his chance to maybe get a few dollar bills or some change...or a change.

Just the hope that a difference can be made.

The green light is a disappointment. Unfulfilled wishes and dreams. And it seems to me that that isn't right and everyone's life ought to have the light that shines weakly, meekly at the end of the tunnel or highway...

Down the next street, I saw someone's cherished kitty as road kill.

And nobody even cares.