The new commute takes me (by car) over the river on the Bear Mountain Bridge, then into the wild roads of northern Westchester. It's interesting; there are ways to go that don't involve big highways and multilane clogs. This morning, with a little extra time, I pulled into a scenic overlook not far from the bridge and wondered if my former train was passing below. There were signs of eagles.
See? Signs, of eagles.
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2 comments:
It looks beautiful. The mountain, not the sign.
Good for you!!! 'Pull off into scenic overlooks on your normal drive' - this should be one of the instructions life comes with: take time to be astounded by the beauty of the everyday. Now that you don't have the train window to gaze out, you'll have to make it a point to stop and breathe in the view occasionally.
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