Morning Commute

My drive into work is incredible. Have I ever mentioned how beautiful my commute is? I drive twenty minutes to work every morning at about seven in the morning. The other morning the temperature was forty degrees. This meant that I drove up a mostly deserted highway surrounded by frozen fields and big, icy trees. I listened to some Norah Jones and peaced out. I joke to friends that I could never quit my job, the commute is too wonderful.