The comforting flashing yellow lights of nighttime Glendale, Arizona


As much as I liked living in Los Angeles, especially with all of those wonderful California girls, I found it just overwhelming. And one of the things that I never really got used to was that traffic never, ever, died down on the street where I lived, which was a main drag through the San Fernando Valley.

So when I moved back to Phoenix, and specifically Glendale, I found the nighttime flashing yellow lights to be particularly comforting. I don't know about where your are, but Glendale's half-mile streets would switch over to flashing yellow lights all night long, ending at 5:30 am.

I'll admit to a bit of sadness to put California behind me, and find myself in a place that my friends considered was "out in the middle of nowhere", Phoenix, Arizona. And it was especially true out in the suburbs, where it seemed as if they rolled up the sidewalks at night. But I was fine with it, and as the years have gone by it's suited me well. I was never a nightlife person, never really needed stores to be open at 3 am, never needed to buy gas at 1:30 in the morning. I'm a daylight person, and the City of Night (as the Doors described it) never really worked for me.

It's Sunday morning, June 20th, 2021, and I was up pedaling at daybreak, between 5:30 and 6, and I saw the flashing yellow lights. I like it here.

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