Two or three times a week I drive across the Mississippi, over the bridge to Nicollet Island, and then one more little bridge to the far side. It is a peaceful stretch once you get to the island. My workplace is just a few blocks down the river and then one block up the hill, so I’m minutes from work once I get to the island and all of my traffic issues are gone at that point.
In a case of the blindingly obvious, I realized that I could be stopping my car for a few moments and breathing in the peace (at least on the days that I wasn’t already late for a meeting). So I did just that on Friday. Here is the view of the river from the island. That is a hydroelectric plant behind the bridge, so even though not natural, it is actually a pretty thing. If it weren’t raining, I might have even knit for 5 minutes.