This morning the Eastern sky was so stupendously beautiful that I was truly glad to be driving into work facing it. (Even if that meant driving into work.) I live in a rural area, and most of my 30-minute drive into work is spent on a straight-shot state "highway" which is 2 lanes heading East and 2 lanes heading West with a turn lane in the middle, and homes and businesses all along it. It is usually a very busy, hectic road. This morning it was serene. It was breathtakingly glorious. And then this huge orange ball of a sun seemed to slowly come up right at the end of the road -- though it seemed slow, the sun actually rose (and became smaller) within a matter of minutes. How in the *world* does that happen?
I just love this time of year. Especially the mornings. For a relatively short time, I drive to work into the sunrise and I drive home into the sunset. It's often quite a show. Soon I will be driving to & fro in the dark, so I try to enjoy this while I can.
I don't know if it's just me and my own personal reaction, but when the sky is so beautiful, it seems like the usually-rude-and-nasty drivers on that hellish road are a more kind and gentle breed of drivers. Yeah, it's probably just me. Either way, it's definitely a more pleasant drive.
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