Every morning, like most Americans, I have a distance to drive in order to get to work. Most of this drive is on highways and is full of slow moving traffic. Some mornings there are accidents in the way, other mornings just too many people driving in their cars.
Why do we put ourselves through this every day? I just don’t know.
I am slowly becoming immune to the delays, I am gaining patience for the slow going, and planning far enough in advance to get places on time. I am also caring a little less regarding being “on-time.”
However, there is one part of my drive to work that is peaceful. It is the on ramp to the highway. You are wondering – what! Yes, the on-ramp is surrounded by trees. I can not see any other cars when I am driving on it, and it is so green lately with spring. Maybe living in a city is making me miss the woods of the Midwest, but when I drive through this little grove of trees, and all I can see is the one lane ahead of me (before I see the four lane highway packed with cars) I feel like I am driving down a country road in the Midwest. The only car on a peaceful tree lined road.
Maybe it’s silly that this makes me happy, but I like to find bright spots wherever they may hide. And this is one of them.
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