Every morning when I begin my drive to work, I suppress a momentary frisson of excitement. Because, come on, I'm just on my way to my place of employment, the spot where I labor, in order to be given money, with which to pay my bills.
Right?
But no -- because what I am actually looking forward to, is the drive itself, and the morning hours that I am alone in the office at the computer.
The drive, is going to be pleasant, non-scary, non-crowded, and beautiful. Every morning, whatever the weather. I go overland and avoid all congestion, love the flickering raindrops or bursts of wind, or dancing tree branches or swaying circle of leaves. I have the power of an automobile under my hands, and can, by quick small movements, traverse the corners and hills with ease, and dryness and no effort.
And the morning hours, when I am in the office early, are a delight as well, since I have online access and talk to myself, as I am doing now, with my fingertips. I can see what my friends and family and acquaintanceship are doing with their time, and comment on it, and I can look at pictures of things that make me feel stuff. All very happy ways to spend one's time.
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