Or as some call them, highways.
Many complain of today’s too-prevalent concrete jungles, and though the metal-grey is not at all in any regard ‘lovely’ compared to the deep blue oceans and pristine greens of our forests, one can’t argue they have no worth.
The freeway is what gives my Hubbie more time to sleep in the morning before taking it to work, and what helps him come home to us faster at the end of the day; it helped me cut down on time and unnecessary traffic as I took my parents into the city today for an appointment; and it just linked us with my cousins on the other side of town, making the already long hike somewhat easier.
Advancements are not always a bad thing. I’m grateful for things that make life easier.