Sunrise over the athletic fields at work

 

Heading East

Riding the gauntlet

Eyes on the traffic

Fingers tapping a tune

No calm at daybreak on this byway

Paradise obscured by pavement and parking lots

The last light changes

And the landscape transforms into its verdant twin

Out of the lushness rises a sweet orange fire

Day 3. There is nothing I like about my commute to work except the destination itself. It offers a slice of peaceful paradise bayside. The ride home is a repeat with the beach a close reward at the end of the day.