I drove into my office out in the suburbs every day this week, which almost never happens. I’m more than happy to work at home as often as I can.
I have to drive through a small wooded area on my way to work. I’ve done it more often than I care to think about, but this morning was different. Pink Floyd’s Wish You Were Here was playing on the radio, and I realized that I was, indeed, running over the same old ground. Or driving over it, at least. But the music made it more interesting, as it usually does. That must be one of the reasons we love it the way we do.