Shenandoah

I had recently evacuated for Hurricane Ida. Nature had lovingly, yet bombastically, upheaved my plans for the fall. I decided to head north for a while and see what happened. My first stop was Shenandoah.

I arrived in the late afternoon. By the time I got up into the mountains, a storm was barreling through. Visibility was limited. Trees were down. It was windy, wet, and chilled. But it was welcome.

I found a stretch of the old stone wall that lines the road and stood. I watched the rain dance with the trees and wondered why I wasn’t joining in. So I danced. Did a jig in the rain. I shook my hips and laughed.

I was heading into a lot of grey that fall. Shenandoah welcomed me into it. And I accepted the invitation.