Commuting. The scourge of the mortgage class. We earn therefore we spend, therefore we commute to work to earn what we spend. Not that there's anything wrong with the daily drive into the place of toil. That time betwixt home and paid suffrage can be an inspirational time. Released from chores the mind can wander like an ox-bow river through the great planes of creativity, accelerating latent threads which when knitted together provide a warming outcome. Sometimes though a commute and its mind expansion is a sideshow. Tonight was such a theatrical tour d' force. Halfway home and I had to stop the car in awe of nature's creative bounty. I stood transfixed by this atmospheric phenomenon. The entire sky burning as if the Phoenix was returned. Behind me a creamy moon paused on the shoulder of the horizon for a brief moment. Dusk on the Somerset landscape, a spectacular sideshow on the mortgage commute.
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