Goosebumps in motion

The morning commute is rarely seen as a thing of joy and beauty. It's too early, you didn't eat enough breakfast, you're tired, the traffic is awful, the weather bad.

Then, there you are, driving on the turnpike, in the outer lanes, near the airport. Traffic's moving well, and you sense something different, something--beautiful, amid all the metal and the concrete. Coming around a curve, you are moving at one with the traffic, with the earth. And the goosebumps form.

And the feeling stays with you all day.