Missing Appreciation

I think I finally realize why people don't seem to appreciate the wonders of nature as much anymore.

You drive to work early in the morning, groggy with only the mere substance of caffienated coffee stirring in your system to keep you from collapsing into a ball of human genetic materials in the floorboard of your car. You head down the two-lane highway that takes you from the small town that you live in to avoid the huge city life across the wilderness of countrysides. In the break of trees, though, perhaps on a two mile straightaway, you see the peeking of the first rays of purple light creeping up over the horizon. Though a site beheld a myriad times, it captivates, enthralls, hypnotizes. The same color scheme every day. The same hues that have been recreated by designers and artists throughout history. Yet, you just can't turn away. Perhaps on an overcast or partly cloudy day, the sky almost seems terraformed with continents of vapor, which in turn reflect the palatte of majesty.

And as you stare longingly, feeling alive for the first time in weeks, you turn forward just in time to steer your car back onto the road, seconds away from bullrushing a tree. At which point, all you can think about is how stupid nature is for distracting you.