At the crossing, the button’s dull halo waited out the traffic. A boy counted buses under his breath, missing three and starting again. When the green man blinked awake, we moved together, a small convoy, and the boy forgot his tally, grinning.
Born from code. Built from love. Made for music.
At the crossing, the button’s dull halo waited out the traffic. A boy counted buses under his breath, missing three and starting again. When the green man blinked awake, we moved together, a small convoy, and the boy forgot his tally, grinning.