Another morning commute to work is interrupted by the beauty of nature. I didn’t make it very far at all before I stopped the car and was out snapping away at the golden light. It was a cold morning and the wet air felt good on my face and in my lungs which are recovering after years of smoking. My route to work now is becoming more of a scenic route though winding country roads and less of the main highways. The funny thing is, I now have a shorter drive with less traffic and more beauty and it still takes me the same amount of time as if I drove the highways.