NOBODY'S READING

White bands of light or other colors slap across the city. Windshields blinded, cars stop and engines rev, the excitement sending pulses through flexed calf muscles. Eager to move into whatever color, whatever wall, whatever ahead, the desire to push down and cross into the new & strange, but not frightening. Not a warhead, not an army, neither a missive from a foreign terror, the lack of familiarity in witnessing this heatless blaze begets curiosity.