The sound of a mobile machine door slams as I turn the corner.
I look but there is no movement ahead.
Lines of color monster metal machines line my path.
Where is the driver?
These metal carriers full of oil and gas and man-made materials and glass, ready to light up and jump out into the road like a waiting tiger.
Or stretch it's metal sharp wings into a unmovable barrier.
So I scan each side of this canyon of sleeping beast for a shadow, a light, a sound.
Made it through this block of immobile transportation, but there are many more blocks to go.
Be aware and share the road.