I just ran a red light, right in front of a police car.  But first I ran out of chopsticks. I’d driven to the Asian market on Malabar Road for rice paper and chopsticks. In the car on the way home, I’m listening to Shiva chants and chanting along. I notice the traffic light ahead of me has been yellow a long while.  Bad planning on my part, mid-chant I sail through the red light, right past a police car facing me on the driver’s side.  I kept driving, slowly, expecting him to make a u-turn and ticket me. He did not. Did the power of the chant make me invisible? Or was I just so focused on feeling good that I didn’t have time to have a resistant thought? I’ll ponder that while I eat my salad with chopsticks.