Transient

I-81 through the Shenandoah Valley, VA, March 2009

Mountains pass namelessly on the east and west, rising in and out of a tattered mist.  I straddle the asphalt in a ’92 Volvo, fixed in a transient environment.  This is the valley of the Shenandoah.  Mean have died here, long ago.  They are gone now.  The road makes its way through me.  I remain.  Soon the valley is gone like the men that died there.

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