This morning as I drove into work, I noticed the patterns of the red taillights as cars wove back and forth through the heavy traffic. The rain limited my vision, narrowing the world into a wet, grey veil illuminated only by the taillights. I started to enjoy the interplay of the lights, the patterns as some lanes sped up, others slowed down. I thought of all those people driving into work, and how lucky we all were to be employed, and safe and dry and warm in our cars. This led me to think of all those who aren’t so lucky, those without jobs, or without cars, or even without shelter.