This morning I was driving to work just as the sun had inched its way into the sky. I was amazed at the beauty before me. I stopped at the first stop sign, which is about a mile from my house. I tried to take a picture then, but in my rearview mirror, I saw four cars lined up behind me. I think they were ready to pull me out of my car and stone me while chanting, "Learn to drive, Sunday driver!" So, I pulled over by a barn in a nearby field. I let the cars pass and took these pictures.
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I started thinking that there was a time (boy do I feel old) that there was so little traffic in my little village that a child could play four square out in the middle of the road without being interrupted for hours at a time.
Even in my teenage years, I could stop at the stop sign, fiddle with the radio, check my makeup, make a phone call, have breakfast and style my hair and still no traffic would arrive. Now? Stop at the stop sign for two minutes and Lord have mercy, a riot practically breaks out. Geez!
Oh well, I got my pictures...without incident. I'm blessed.