I drove several miles yesterday, perhaps even more than usual. Just seems like a standard when you live in a rural area. I always seem to find an inner calm during those drives. Usually it's just me and the music, getting lost in the moment as I pass the road markings like falling dominoes.
I'm not sure why, but yesterday was just a little bit different. I listened to the quiet instead. Between that and the whistling of the fresh air making it's way through slightly lowered windows, it seemed like I drove farther than those miles I left behind me in the rear view mirror. These healthy places find me far more often than they use to.