🚦 Green Light 🚦

I aimed for red—
sunset bleeding orange and fire,
a perfect contrast.

Then it changed.

Green.

I almost didn’t take the shot.

But I did.

And now I see more than I planned—
not colour,
but a path.
A horizon waiting.

We spend so long waiting for the perfect red,
the perfect moment,
the perfect sign—

but life doesn’t wait.

It turns green.

And every green light
leads to the horizon.

So go.