As I drove over the bridge at Broadford this morning on my way to work, the one that spans the M4 to Dublin, I noticed that the traffic was bumper to bumper in a long line of red lights.
It was the type of traffic I would only have seen years ago when there was a big match in Croke Park, maybe an All-Ireland hurling or football final.
Yet when I glanced at the clock in my car it told me it was 5:40 am.
Some commuter traffic.
Some change on a road in a matter of a couple of decades.