A Walk in CDMX 21

I come to an intersection, but all the lights are red. Nobody moves. It is like a Mexican stand off. I am suspicious, and remain poised at the crosswalk, statuesque.

Sure enough, two seconds later the lights change and a lane full of vehicles race towards the intersection like a pack of horses thundering around a track. Today is a good day to not be hasty. Today is a good day to stay alive.