I drive 48 miles one way to work. On workdays, I drop Everly off at school and then begin the hour-long drive to Waco. By the time I make it through the school parking lot, the traffic, the construction, all the stops, and what feels like every red light between Temple and the salon, I have spent a whole lot of time in my car. But this isn’t really a story about my commute. It’s about what happens in the in-between moments—the red lights, the quiet stretches of highway, the u