Punctuality is not a strong suit. Ribbons of ice begin to melt as I scrape the frost off of the windshield. It is winter, but I seldom allow for the extra time required to deal with what the weather leaves. So I find that I have only minutes to spare to get to work on time. I live in a beautiful place minutes from the Atlantic. I drive beside rolling blueberry fields that are ablaze with red certain times of the year. There is no time to stop, so this morning, I my eyes on the road, averting a view of our little cove whereas I am sure to be mesmerized by beauty. My vision shifts from the road and to the Atlantic. I can't help it. I am addicted to the beauty that surrounds me.