Before the boyfriend and I moved to SiFi, I used to commute in from Pasadena when I stayed at his house. The drive I established took me past Forest Lawn in Burbank every time. My grandmother is buried in Mt. Sinai, too, so I always had that moment to think about how beautiful the hills were in the morning light, and how Nana would have appreciated that.
Anyways. There is Forest Lawn in its early morning glory. It was one last moment of Zen before hitting the 101. I don’t miss the hour-long commute – but I do miss some of the scenery associated with it.