I am fascinated by my reaction to orange lights on taxis at the moment. It appears to provoke a feeling within me that seems to be getting stronger as each day goes by. I don’t know if anyone else feels like this but, living in London particularly, there just seems to be something about that orange taxi light that makes my tummy feel funny. Excited even.
Maybe it’s the old chestnut of when you want an orange light you cannot, for the love of god, find one; especially when you’re soaking wet, feeling like a drowned rat and the only thing you need to get you from A-B is that orange light.
It happened to me on Friday evening, again. It wasn’t late, I was heading towards Oxford Circus tube after having a lovely time in Soho with my pals. Having made a pact with myself earlier that evening that I would not get a cab that evening…I would in fact get on that tube, damn it, and get home for £1.50.
Alas, this was not to be. As I walked past the very funky man playing upside down plant pots (and he was really very good) outside the tube station something weird happened to my feet. They kept walking. Past the plant pots, past the tube station and hooked a right on to Regents Street. What am I doing? I thought to myself…I’m heading in the right direction for home but I’m walking. What? Then I saw it, an orange light in the distance. Excitement. I waved and smiled. The cabbie pulled over and the next thing I knew I was walking through my front door with a slightly lighter wallet. I then had a bit of a guilt trip about it, which dispersed quickly.
So, what is this all about?
A little research shows that:
Dark orange can mean deceit and distrust.
Red-orange corresponds to desire, sexual passion, pleasure, domination, aggression, and thirst for action.
Gold evokes the feeling of prestige. The meaning of gold is illumination, wisdom, and wealth. Gold often symbolises high quality.
I think maybe the orange taxi light takes elements from the ‘Red-orange’ and ‘Gold’ descriptions; a thirst for action? A feeling of prestige? However, this is my thought on the orange light: on traffic lights it signifies that you are going to take a risk, if you’re that way inclined, and see if you can get through it. On my laptop it means that my wireless connection is switched on and I have a plethora of knowledge waiting to be tapped into at my finger tips. When flying over the world in the dark orange street lights remind me that there are other people and communities living down there and I wonder what they are doing and what kind of life they have.
I guess the orange taxi light for me signifies the unknown a little bit. You don’t know what route your cabbie will take, you don’t know if you are going to have a deep philosophical chat about life for 10 minutes or just a silent ride from A-B. You sometimes don’t know how you’ll feel when you reach your destination. But what you do know is that you were the lucky one who saw that orange light coming towards you to take you to a different place than the place you were previously in.