Reflection During My Commute

Recently, I have realized that my commute to work is one of my favorite times of day. Yeah, I know that may seem weird, but today provided me with a shining example of why I feel this way. In general, I enjoy my commute a lot because I have no choice but to sit there and relax. Ok, so relaxing is a choice over tensing up over traffic, etc. Anyhow, today I was listening to some nice tunes and just thinking about random things, and then, I saw the mountains in the distance. This reminded me of when I was in fourth grade. My teacher gave me and my classmates a great assignment. We were instructed to write a short story about one of our dreams in life and to draw a picture to go along with it. My dream that I wrote of was to live near the mountains. I drew big, gray mountains capped with snow. Then, I realized that since I moved away from my home city, I have fulfilled that dream. For 5 years, I got to see the Snowy Range of the Rocky Mountains, and now (on clear days), I get to see one of the most awe-inspiring peaks in North America: Mt. Rainier. I got a little grin on my face for a moment, as I realized that some of our dreams never die, and when we really have our heart set on something, are willing to take risks and work hard, sometimes, those dreams come true.