I have lived enough to have been able to be to work in five minutes and sometimes it took a hour or more. The hour long ride was nice and relaxing in that if work was ugly, by the time I got home - all was right with the world and vice versa. Of course, in the dead of winter, it also once took me over 6 hours to travel the 50 miles I was traveling to get to home from work and that night was no fun.
Now, I have a fairly pleasant 20 mile drive through mainly farm country getting to and from work. At this point in my life, I enjoy the beginning of Fall as the leaves are just starting to turn. I can tell that the Early Goose hunting season has started as most of the field have flocks of geese picking through the harvest stubble.
The real highlight is like this morning when I get to glance at a pair of majestic Sandhill Cranes standing in the morning light of a fair field, daintly stepping through the rows of corn stubble, picking at the spilled grain.
Soon though, the fields will be covered with snow and another, albeit my last winter of traveling to and from work, will be here. Is it too early to dream of Spring?
Dave
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