Leaving work on Friday, the road I take to drive home puts me in between the coastline of the Chesapeake Bay and the golf course. As I drive toward one of the longest wooden bridges in Maryland (or maybe anywhere), and look to my left I see this:
A preview of one of the creeks that I will eventually have to drive over on that long wooden bridge, after I round the upcoming corner. The reflection of the winter’s sunset in the icy water highlights the silhouette of the golf cart bridge, a sight I have enjoyed many evenings after departing my office. I anticipate what the sky and water will look like at this vantage point every day, just as I look for great blue herons, bald eagles and swans on my drive into work in the mornings.
Right about this point in my drive home is also when my car’s engine warms up enough that the heater starts working… and with the dashboard of my car reading an ambient outside temperature of 18 degrees F, it made me appreciate this point on my drive home all the more.