A few times each year I drive over Pacheco Pass at sunset. This is an exercise in self-restraint, a stop and smell the roses moment, or more precisely, taking time to wonder at the beauty of a day’s end rather than reach a destination ten minutes sooner. If I didn’t pull over, I’d be driving into a blinding sun for the trip downhill which always requires my complete attention behind the wheel. Perhaps, this my attempt to slap anxiety in the face, that rush to get nowhere fast. I remember this moment well. If I hadn’t pulled over…
Wise decision! đŸ™‚
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