For various reasons, I drive all the way to a far suburb of Gone West every day right now, and the days are long.
On the way, I see the changing colors of the leaves, and again on the way home, but I am stuck in traffic and mostly they just fly by. Today, though, I left in time for the last of the daylight, so I pulled into a little cul-de-sac off the main road, right by the row of beautiful reddening trees. For four or five minutes, I took a break from the crazy day and the crazy drive to take pictures of leaves and trees.
And then I jumped back into my car and drove back into the busy.
(The reason this matters is because I have developed an addiction to Instagram. Yes, yes I have. I try to post one pretty picture per day. No selfies allowed.)