My journey begins. I couldn’t sleep. The heat, the excitement, the anticipation of what was ahead. Showered, packed up the car and took one look around wondering what it would feel like when I returned. I looked up at the stars in the sky, got in the car and drove west.
I stopped for gas, as I cleaned the windows the song “I remember you,” I’m not sure that is the title, but those were the words playing over the loudspeaker and I thought of my sister Virginia. I drove off into the darkness with tears in my eyes thinking of how I missed her.
The sunrise over the farmland in western Pennsylvania was a welcome sight. The fields seemed to glow with the more sunlight as the fog laid just on top of the earth. I drove through West Virginia into Ohio. I followed the Covered Bridge Scenic Byway, which wasn’t very scenic. I stayed in a cabin that night a few miles from the Hocking Hills State Park. Ohio is beautiful, hot and humid, the bugs are voracious, but it is a beautiful place nonetheless.
As I sat on the porch of my cabin a bird came to sit in the plant just above my head singing a beautiful song. He is brown with a reddish-orange chest, and rather small like a finch, although I don’t know much about birds.
