Today I had a few minutes to wait and I was looking down onto a busy intersection, traffic coming from all directions, merging together around a traffic island. Buses, cars, lorries, motorbikes plus people trying to get to their destinations, homes, workplaces, shops.

Among the people walking down the footpaths I noticed a small white dog, doing its' own thing, sniffing here sniffing there, leaving its' mark, criss-crossing from tree to tree, lamp post to lamp post, oblivious to all that was going on around it, as the people were to it.

Then the dog had to get across that busy intersection. There were no traffic lights, no police controlling the flow of traffic, the vehicles just pushing their way across from one side to the other. Walkers dashed between the cars.

How was this dog, so small going to cross?

It went to the curb edge, and waited. It knew that this was dangerous for it as cars sped past. 

It look up and around it, and it waited until there was a crowd of people waiting to cross, and it blended in with the crowd, in the middle, and as the crowd forced their way across that intersection, it stayed in the center, protected on all sides.

Once across the other side the dog became the individual it was, doing its' own thing, safely.

                                                

Although not a good picture, the dog ( by the tree) can be seen making what would be his daily journey across the busy intersection.