Lately I've been taking the long way to work. The long way being defined as five minutes longer, at most. It requires taking the back road instead. I eventually get onto I-5 but even that portion of the freeway is lovely.
Now that I've driven it a few times, I'm wondering why I haven't done this sooner. My first guess is that I'm usually running late so it just didn't occur to me. Also, during the winter these roads are rural and don't get any sort of sand or plowing.
Kevin has always said that he doesn't mind his commute. He turns up the radio, drinks his coffee, and chills along the way. I've found that I am a little more relaxed when I get to work as well. It's not such a brutal change: sitting cozy on the couch with the puppy one moment then wading into the social services insanity the next.
The other day was one of those ethereal, lovely Spring mornings so I made an effort to take pictures along the way.
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| Not getting on the freeway. I have a strange affection for this sign. |
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| How pretty is this? And it's not fully Spring festooned yet. |
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| I love how this turned out, water drops on the window and all |
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| Another shot of the water because BEAUTIFUL |
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Sunbeams...after a long, hard winter these come with their own happy music
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| After the lake, the road travels uphill. I'm sure there's a metaphor in there somewhere. |
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