ebb and flow

I showed up early to my meeting with Marion and while I was waiting I stared at the corner of Charles and Presten watching the traffic. It was kind of reassuring in a way watching the cars come and go and stop. They just kept coming from one way or another. I know if I was on the road and in the traffic, I would have had the complete opposite feeling. I hate sharing the road.

But traffic is one of those things. From afar it looks planned and orderly, as though the cars are spat out of little machines and sent along their track to be sucked in by the other end of the machine. In reality each car is unpredictable. Each car is trying to get somewhere else, some are trying to get nowhere or don't know where they're going. At any moment they could swerve into each other or cairn off the road. A Motorcycle could appear, a pedestrian, a dog, a deer and throw the whole "system" off its works. 

I guess in this way the metaphors about life and roads do kind of make sense.