The exact moment the streetlight flickers just right

It was 3:17 a.m. on a Thursday, and I was halfway through 'Hallelujah' when the light above the bus stop blinked three times—once slow, then twice fast. Not a malfunction. A rhythm. Like it was counting in with me. I didn’t finish the verse. Just stood there, breath held, waiting to see if it’d do it again. It didn’t. But for two seconds, the city felt like it was listening.