Untitled - June 6, 2004 It's red light green light, fast and slow - the breaths spaced apart for just the right moment to break. Every flicker to the mirror reveals a glimpse of red - puckered into a silent "O" of pleasure. In an odd rhythm of pleas and thanksgivings, travelling across town takes on new meaning as the yellow doors open to reveal a single moment of absolute calm. #3 of the Taxi Cab Confessionals Series