Finding Gratitude Day 1: Long Roads.

Imagine with me a forty-five minute drive to work at seven thirty in the morning. The bright sunshine filters through the slight fog that's holding on to the last of the countryside. The church steeple back-dropped by dark blue mountains. The careless dogs that meander through the road as you sit there tapping your steering wheel wishing they would hurry up and cross the road so you can get to work on time. The best part of the drive? Talking with my Daddy. Talking about work, home, and how I need to start slowing down more than 10 feet from the stop sign. Jabbering about something unimportant, but knowing that he is genuinely listening and trying to understand.

Long Roads

The sun is tired, begins slowly sinking down where it will soon warm another city, another house, another person. But here, the setting of the sun is nature's signal that the day of work is nearing the end. Animals scurry to their nests, windows are shut after the dinner dishes are finished, little siblings crawl into their bed, tired and worn out from their active day.

Down the road, two friends walk, enjoying the scenery, talking about whatever pops into their minds, and knowing that everything is a good topic because both understand the other. They know that their possibilities are almost endless, and they walk down the long road so they can enjoy every footstep as they walk and talk with one another. Once in a while, they step off the road so that a pickup truck can pass by; or stop to watch the Canadian geese glide by. The road holds endless possibilities for each of them, and they are both thankful for the long road.