Hurry up . . . Hurry up . . . There's no time for a second cup of coffee. Daylight is here. And Freehold is racing against the clock.
Cars turn off their headlights.
Gridlock starts to be a factor. The borough wakes up and speeds up. Freehold's pulse is larger, louder. She runs from the street corner to the middle of the road, waves her stop sign, and reminds drivers to stop for children crossing. Some of them are in such a hurry, they don't stop.