It seems that the road to work is where I spend most of my time. It's where I smoke three cigs in a row before I get to work, where I can't smoke. It's also where I call and check on my girlies while sitting in traffic leaving work. I have a bitter relationship with this horrible stretch of road that has three useless red lights (why put a red light when there is no intersection?) and only 2 lanes to accommodate a thousand cars in one stretch....
However, this morning, all was forgiven. As the sun peeked over the mountain top in front of me, I forgave all transgressions. It's magestic and a gentle reminder of the blessings in my life. Amazing how a brief glance of heaven can start your day off just right.
