Every morning the whole world gives us the opportunity to start our lives anew.
That's what I kept thinking as I drove the winding roads of Eastern Kentucky yesterday as the land cameawake. A thin mist breathed out over on the hills and hollers. A white rind of moon in the strugglingshadows of first daylight. The sky burned purple and gray on the horizon. I passed through Big Hill, Morrill, Clover Bottom, Sand Gap, Gray Hawk, Mummie, Elias, Traveller's Rest, Levi, and other little...
Published on August 27, 2009 17:59