Tampa's morning sky would confound even Thomas Kincaid's paintbrush. The horizon is a profound and fleeting work of art every morning. As the sun starts to peak over the distant clouds, there is an explosion of color that ought not exist in nature.
This alone makes my morning commute bearable. And I don't think I'll ever tire of it.
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