The sky was stunning this morning - all 44 miles of it ahead of me.
The sort of stunning that makes me think (philosophically) about beauty
and where it comes from
and why we perceive it the way we do
and how it might be different if my brain was wired up in a different order
and then I round a bend
and I catch my breath
and the skyline changes slightly
and is every liittle bit more beautiful than a mile ago
and yet every mile i feel
a tiny sense of loss for the skyline of the mile before.
Days like today I regret my commute not one whit.Posted by shock at January 17, 2006 10:36 AM