One night, I walked down the street bathed in lamplight. Fallen leaves lined the edge of the path. They were dry as dust, brown as bread crust or red as rust. I felt the rush to crush them across the granite pavement.
Around a corner, I found a construction wall. It had embedded red lights to signal incoming danger. They comforted me as if I was baby Jesus in a manger. Lined up like a soldier queue, they lit my way through the streets as I skipped through.
Nearing home, I saw a pathway which I crossed many times before. This time, ice blue lights shone along the path. They promised me adventures with magic, mischief and mayhem. If I was not strolling homewards, I would have deeply explored it.