As I walked along 46th Street toward Madison Avenue a street lamp next to me went dark. 
 
I don't know how many times I've seen this in my life and I wish now that I'd kept count. 
 
Sometimes the things that we forget with the greatest of facility are lights that are flickering on and off to get our attention. 
 
I think I was supposed to have kept a running tally but instead I quickened my pace.