The Symphony of Rush Hour

As the streetlights gleamed across the heavily crowded pedestrian sidewalk, it was declared. Rush hour has officially started. The sun dips low on the horizon, casting its shadow across the overcrowded pavements. Figures shuffle past each other hastily, with seemingly no awareness of the flashing traffic lights. The busy atmosphere, the cacophony of honking horns, the chatter of colleagues, even the slightest screech of the brakes, acted as a sign to the wave of passerby’s that the punctuating symphony of noises were the result of the rush hour. Amidst the chaos, the scent of freshly brewed coffee was a reminder for workers to turn off the illuminated glow emitted by their beloved devices.