It is a cloudy night. No stars are visible. But the city lights are being reflected from the clouds which appear like dusty cotton, arranged gracefully with a few small dark patches of the cloudless sky.
Under one of the tall streetlights contributing to the light pollution, lies the hospital parking. Like everywhere in California, the parking outside this hospital too is a huge flat land, with absolutely no thought given to space management. The parking is huge but almost full, he could find a spot only after going to the very end, and hoping not to hit a car in the dark.
But that was 3 hours ago. Right now he lies in the driver’s seat of the car, extended to the maximum comfort. But the thoughts offset all the comfort the seat tries to provide. He looks at the 4 red lights in front of him, refusing to turn green after what seems like a century.
The art of waiting has been mastered by him. It feels like he waits for a lot of things. He drives things too, but none of the conventionally important things. For those he prefers to wait and be content in whatever is given by fate, and privilege.
Suddenly the lights turn green, yellow after exactly 10 seconds, and a couple of seconds later they are red again.
He continues to wait, for them to turn green again.
The Uncertainty Principle 
