Nine.

And a second from Valerie...

Feeling less "sure" about this one, and fearing the lights of the resurfacing crew on the south end of Chats, I headed north.

Waiting.  Advent is about waiting.

Waiting at a zebra crossing -- waiting to see if you're noticed before stepping out in front of oncoming cars. 
(What will this journey entail?)

Waiting at a zebra crossing -- waiting to see if anyone notices you, crouched behind the black bars, securing a silly piece of art with freezing hands. 
(Will anyone notice this special thing happening?)

Waiting at a zebra crossing -- wondering if the children wandering by tomorrow will touch it...It's at their eye level, looks soft. 
(Will the story be retold?)

Waiting at a zebra crossing -- will it make it through the night?
(Will we make it through the night?)