the quiet

how i enjoy the early morning quiet of our neighborhood. particularly today's morning. the fog rolled in and so far it's still here. i can smell the sea air and the horses. some wonder why i live so far from work and ask how i make the 40 mile trek (each way) daily. i ask myself this, too. some ask "why not just move back to the westside?" this question frustrates me because though i do voice my anger/irritation/loss of patience about my commute, i so enjoy my life at the end of the day and the early morning quiet. and by the looks of it, my commute isn't awful, comparatively.