I commute everyday, sometimes for up to four hours a day. Most of the time I'm just worried about getting from my day job to my teaching gig on time or frustrated by the general lack of civility between my fellow drivers. However, sometimes I notice the foliage surrounding the endless tracts of asphalt. And there's something about the light this time of year; that warm glow that infuses everything with a touch of transcendence. Sometimes it's like being in a Maxfield Parrish painting and a dreamlike stupor descends on me at a stoplight. I get honked at and flipped off a lot for luminous daydreams in autumn.