A couple of weeks ago I had a long travel day for work. I had to drive three and half hours each way, so I left the house when it was dark in the morning, and returned home long after the sun had set.   I don’t like driving in the dark. But I noticed that the morning darkness seemed to be more bearable. Driving before sunrise doesn’t bother me as much because I know that eventually daylight is coming. It’s just as dark as it is in the evening, but instead of seemingly endless hours of nighttime, I know that morning is on its way.   I’ve been thinking…