My commute to my old job was quite a bit longer, and while I’m not a big fan of driving, there is definitely something I miss about it. To get to my old job I had to drive down a highway that crested several large hills. At the top of each hill, the next little valley spread out below you. Whether it was a bright spring morning, a fall afternoon, or a crisp, clear winter morning, the beauty of creation never ceased to grab my attention. I definitely miss that little glimpse of the majestic and often spectacular as I drive to and from work each day.