Take a good look at the picture below.

What do you see?

Look closer.

What do you see?

Hint.  

I’ll give you a hint.

It’s not what you see.  It’s what you don’t see.

Look again.  Look closer.

What don’t you see?

Have you figured it out yet?

I’ll give you another second.

OK.  Second’s up.

Cars.  Traffic.  People.  You don’t see any cars.  I don’t see any cars, and that’s why I live in the country.

I hate traffic.  I hate all the noise and speed and bustle of cars and trucks whizzing everywhere.  I love the quiet and peace of a road with no cars.

At times I might wonder why I chose to live in such a cold harsh climate, but when I get out on the road, and this is what I see, I remember why I live here.  I’m the only car on the road!

Someone said once, years ago, “Traffic jam on my way to work?  Me.”  That’s it in a nutshell.  Me.  I’m the only car on the road.

And that’s why I live in the country.