FREAKING RED LIGHTS!

The last few days I've seen some good sunsets come and go undocumented. Last night I kept catching glimpses of pinks, purples and reds streaking through the sky through the back window that reflected on the mirror in Zumba class. Super sad. February 1, 2012 I just kept hitting every red light. I should have walked to the beach, but was instead in my car heading a different route. Who says complete anarchy wouldn't work? We could all just swerve around each other; no waiting at stop lights, and I'd have way better pictures to blog.