Igor walked down my steps to my automobile, dark as the night, dark as today’s morning. As he walked with his hands full, Igor thought, “My coffee better not spill.” Bringing all the necessary items for the day resembles the circus: books, chargers, computer, water. Its all overwhelming yet plays an important role in the performance. Passing the speed camera, he couldn’t believe that it was still up. Everyone and their mother know that it’s there. “How does the city still make money off of it?” he asked himself. Driving through darkness, Igor thought to himself that the coming of winter extends the darkness in the morning. Yet, it is contradicted by the weather. It is quite warm this morning, going up to a high of seventy degrees. On the Long Island Expressway, Igor listened to 1010 Wins to hear his morning brief before the sun rises. Two police officers ambushed and killed in Iowa, no suspect found yet. A new tragedy happens everyday, slowly making him numb and accustomed. As he merged onto Lexington Avenue, he noticed Jean, a traffic officer directing the flow of cars out of the tunnel. As he tried to squeeze through the light, Jean gave Igor a deadly look, as if the intersection was his home and he was a burglar. The officer’s face flared up with anger, wondering how this was possible. There was no way he can let this go, yet his duty calls to prevent the city from gridlock so he must return to his duty. However, if Jean tried to give out tickets for these kinds of violations, he would be out of orange envelopes within an hour.