Sunday morning I can hear my alarm going off, and I thought to myself should I get up or hit the snooze button. I decided to get dressed and make some coffee and a lunch. I did not want to wake the children I tiptoed to their rooms to kiss them on their foreheads. It’s still dark outside; the sun has not risen just yet. I can feel the crisp air around my neck. Once I start the car, I’d say a prayer for safe traveling. Ready to hit the highway coast, I put on my music playlist, a mixture of genres from gospel, Rnb, jazz, and country. The music helps me get into the mood. Once my tires hit the pavement of the highway, I’m driving steadily sixty-five miles. Everything is calm from the light traffic to the wave of the trees. Driving calms me free
