Ah, freeways. I glide (rarely) crawl (usually), home to work, back and forth, past all the life that's right and left (directionally, not politically), over, under.
And what have I gained? On average, twenty minutes, white knuckles, and a finger exercise.
I'm not officially off the freeway grid, just trying.
Because freeways are kind of a mindset out here. All too often I've been in a big big hurry to get where I didn't necessarily want to go. And missed what's next door. And next to next door. And next door to that.
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