I live west of the city so I drive into the sunrise in the morning and into the sunset on my way home. Poor the people who live east of the city and have to look into their rearview mirrors to see that.
They repair the freeway with tar here, when it’s just a small crack, leaving small, narrow strips of tar here and there in the lanes. The lanes are light-grey concrete or asphalt, which although you’d think asphalt was black is actually a medium to light grey all things considered, besides there is no black in nature as I have said before, and the French Impressionists back me up on this.
The strips of tar are shinier than the surrounding road. This morning they were all purple, reflecting the sunrise which was especially extravagant. Nature really outdid itself this morning.
I’m that tar, sometimes. And everything else is everything else.
That doesn’t sound like a half-bad way to be.
I’m fortunate to be able to drive into the sunrise every morning, too, Mig. We’ve had some really beautiful ones lately but I keep forgetting to put the camera in the car. One day, I hope I’ll have proof of them :)