Usually, the view out my front windshield is an immovable barricade of wall-to-wall cars. Depending on who's doing the measuring, DC & environs rank either 1st or there-abouts in worst traffic, nationwide. All I know is it doesn't matter when I start the trek home~at 2:30 p.m., shortly after school lets out, or at 5, when all my work is actually done~I'm going to hit the wall. It's enough to drive one to vehicular homicide...but I won't go there now.
In other words, I face some version of Commuter Hell most days. Although I have to say that when the big rigs get involved, it's more interesting than that car wreck known as Tiger Woods' marriage.
Imagine my surprise, then, yesterday afternoon around 3:30-ish~I was in a chipper mood anyway, 'cause Thursday afternoon means Friday's right around the corner, correctamundo? When what to my wondering eyes should appear but this voluptuous cloud bank.
Please don't turn me in for whipping out my camera for a quick shot. I promise that traffic had slowed to a mini-crawl...