There is something so beautiful about Crossing a road. A brief Interim before you reach your Destination. Your destination could be work, study or that long due Bladder emptying ritual. There is something fascinating when you watch somebody cross the road. That moment of vulnerability when the layers fall off, when the pretenses evaporate, when you are just a moving mass of protoplasm trying not get hit by a 1 tonne truck. That time when the wild in you takes over, as you navigate that 30 feet. The involuntary dances our heads start to make,the arms stretch in controlled fear, The eyes constricted-hunter like. If you think about it Life is crossing a road. A highway actually. To the next destination that is . The next destination on our journey.