I headed off to work this morning and as I pulled onto the highway, I merged into a microcosm of society. There surrounded by cars, truck and the like, I found myself amid the sea of people that make up our world. There was the shining sports car that weaved in and out of traffic without regard for others; the driver with an endless blinker on, too timid to change lanes; and the reckless weaver who is all too unaware of where he is going. I saw the giant over loaded truck barely rolling along and the safe, conservative driver moving steadily along at the speed limit. I saw everyone.
This isn’t my normal daily route to work. I can usually be found meandering the roads that twist and wind quietly through world. I like traveling the back roads. I like the slow, journey with an eventual destination in the distance and once reached, I like to start meandering again. It seems sometimes that I never get anywhere but so it’s been a great journey.