I’ve had the same commute for about 28 years. It takes me across Portland, from the SW part of town to NE 122nd, just off I-84. The best thing about my drive is coming up over the Marquam Bridge. At the apex of the bridge, when you are heading north on I-5, Mt. Hood is off at about 1 o’clock to the east. Depending on the time of year, I get to pass over the top of the bridge with the sun just coming up. The last couple days have provided some wonderful views of Hood silhouetted against a splash of persimmon, peach, and amber stretched along the horizon. Over the course of my career, I’d say I’ve witnessed about a hundred wonderful moments like these. It happens just rarely enough to feel special, but often enough so that I look forward to the next one. When this commute is no more, I’ll have to seek out these moments elsewhere.