Passing by a construction site on bicycle during my morning commute I see a row of construction workers lined up together, seated under the scaffolding of a construction site. There are about ten workers, and they’re sitting in a perfectly uniform formation, each with his legs extended out in front of him, food or phone on his lap, dressed in layers of sweatshirts and flannels and wearing a hardhat on his head. The low winter sun reflects off the hats, creating a pattern of glinting, golden light amongst the otherwise drab clutter of construction debris.