Change

I've mentioned a couple of negative aspects of my daily commute, but there are lovely parts, too. Being on the highway as morning dawns is spectacular. Each day, my husband and I are witness to the beautiful events that subtly shift the look of the sky with nuances of color, light and shadow. In the spring, we can see goose couples flying across the scene above the trees; silhouettes so content together in the early morning.

In the late afternoon, we again are privy to sky changes as the sun glows yellow and orange across the horizon. We count the hawks who hover and glide, alone and in groups, they circle around and around, sometimes flying low enough for us to glimpse their undersides as they soar overhead.

The trees present their own show, of course. These days, they are filling in the spaces between with dots of color--the greens and yellows so fresh and light. The mountains grow richer by the day and paint a deep contrast on the great expanse of sky.

I'm a fan of change; I love to watch it happen all around me as I travel through life with my partner. We are continually inspired to embrace the changes that come at us, and to instigate the changes we want and need. Riding the subway never quite offered the same benefit.