Friday, March 29, 2013

The Valley

On the way to Kentucky it's the prelude; on the way home, it's the coda. But whether coming or going it's never a destination of its own, only a blurred backdrop at 70 miles an hour.

Still, it's a pleasant one: broad fields, middling mountains, the eye drawn to that combination of height and breadth; to the purples, blues and browns; to the cattle grazing black against the green.

The Shenandoah Valley slices down the western side of the state, 200 miles of in betweenness. If it weren't for the pulse-pounding traffic of I-81 it would be a meditation. Some day, I'll pause and make it one.

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