Stretching out in front of me from horizon to horizon, lays the swollen waters of the St. Johns River. Palm trees silhouetted by the rising sun are framed by huge spans of concrete and steal gracefully arching across the river. The wind rushing past my sleepy face snaps me into reality. Suddenly, I am discovering how beautiful downtown Jacksonville really is. I'm embarrassed to say that I did not realize this before. I guess I always thought of downtown as a ragged collection of over-grown neglected empty lots squeezed between a few office buildings. I'm glad I rode my bike to work!