60 miles every day.

30 miles there. 30 miles back.

30 miles of bumper to bumper, exhaust fumes, billboards and asphalt

i have only one respite from the drudgery. along the way i pass a large open field filled with tall grass and wildflowers. an ocean of green. a sea of vibrant yellow and deep violet . pulsing with the wind, shining radiantly in the morning sun. they grow quite close to the road, so close in fact, that when i'm stuck motionless in traffic, i can actually reach out and touch them. it used to be a highlight of my day.

it was paved over. to make room for a self storage facility.

progress is not intelligently planned.