It’s getting darker by the minute as I make my way home in the rush hour traffic. (Rush hour anywhere near Tel Aviv being 3pm to 8pm.) And I suddenly notice several cars have stopped and pulled over; not in a group, but singles here and there. And beside every such car, the occupants are standing. Broken down? No. A sudden fit of safety consciousness while they make a call? No. Time for mincha (the afternoon) prayers. As mincha is supposed to be recited before nightfall, these drivers have presumably decided they are not going to make it to their home or synagogue in time. So they stand at the side of the road, banish the world around them for a few minutes, and seek some spiritual space. I love it. I admire them. I wish I were that dedicated, but that is definitely another story.