During my commute to work this morning, the fog and traffic were both
heavy. The fog always seems so mysterious to me, probably from
watching all those old movies. Thanks Dad! ;-) Since we've been
staying at the apartment and not the property, all this fog made me
wonder just what it might look like out at the property. I was thiiis close
to turning around and making the trek out there, just to find out.
This photo is from an early morning last week coming down the 130 toll
road, I had that same feeling then as I did this morning.
Coming home from work today, the traffic was again heavy and gave
me a chance to look around and think. My commute generally consists of an hour
long slow drive where I almost always have a chance to look around and
think, or become frustrated with the person creeping in the fast lane
who insists on texting while driving, all while leaving a gap of multitude car-lengths between them and the person in front of them - but I
digress.
This afternoon was nice, the sky was a nice
deep shade of blue with a few light wisps of clean white clouds strewn
across the sky, and the sun was low in the West giving everything a
slight orange-ish glow. Despite the fact that I was surrounded by cars,
highway, and businesses, the median between the two sides of the
highway had yet to be mowed and the grass/weeds were tall enough to peer
over the concrete wall on the inside lane. But it was the glowing of
their tops in the evening sun that really caught my attention, reminding
me of picturesque wheat fields, rolling hay fields, and country farm
roads.
Maybe it was the mesmerizing glow, or the cool
evening Fall breeze blowing through the windows, or the Dixie Chicks
singing "Wide Open Spaces" on the radio, but I soooo wanted to be
turning onto the drive to the property at that moment. Heading up the
little windy dirt road to the gate to see the evening sun lighting up
the property and seeing the number on the gate as if to say, "Ah, you're
home!"
But then suddenly the traffic opened up and I
was able to take my exit to head to my current abode, the apartment.
It's these things that keep me excited about moving to the country.
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