Driving along the highway, my eyes lay on the road before me – the cars, the turn signals, and the race to wherever home may be.
“Hey, Dad!” calls the four-year-old voice from the back of the car. “Look at that sunset – it looks just like a red light!”
I turn to my right and see the giant, burning orb crashing into the westward horizon. The sky burns red and orange, an explosion of light before the arrival of dark.
And yes, it does look just like a red light.
As well it should, calling us to stop . . . and bringing us to a halt.