One Fine Day…
I make LONG journeys to and from work (two hours each way). At first the journey seemed interesting- the English countryside looked immensely beautiful… and then began the horrid winters and with it began my horror journeys. By then I literally knew every tree en route to work. It does not take a long time for things to get mundane and become annoyingly boring-the crying children on the bus, the musty smelling old people, the loud music playing young people… it was all too much to take. But this is not a crib-fest blogpost.
Today on my way to work I was noticing things that I had never seen before… definitely not on this everyday trip anyway. Countryside spotted with white sheep is just as common as the birds and the bees. Today along side all the usual sights were more delightful ones; I saw a deer wandering about in a field, saw rabbits scampering about for food, saw bushes covered with tiny white flowers, saw neatly cut haystacks lying picturesque in a field.
All this wonderfulness made me feel warm and romantic, more importantly it made my daily horrors vanish away.
One fine day…
