The morning traffic is lighter today, faster, too.
I'm still pressing on the same as the first four days, but others are somewhere else.
Still asleep, waiting to rise before going off to the beach.
Or already gone, off to New England for another last glimpse of orange and red
A few pixels clinging to trees that are now mostly bare.
This drive feels lighter. I enjoy the day off that others are taking.
I breathe easier. Looking forward to leaving an hour early and a weekend.
The placebo of hope makes the day slightly festive, just thinking about it.
It tastes nice, like a hot cup of rich coffee on a chilly morning.
Soon, without traffic, I'm at my exit for the train.
That, too, is less crowded and urgent.
Ease into the weekend.