I never realized how much I would miss Shenandoah.
The beauty of Québec is stark and powerful and tinged to me at least with the vastness of pride, ouais, the poutine, the hockey, the habitants.
The beauty of Ontario is just as stark and desolate and miserable but everpresent, like cheap beer and hard hats and hardwon dirt, long lakes for naked swimming in the sunset.
The beauty of Bohemia is not as extreme, but a supreme loveliness prevails. One can feel that people have lived and loved here for millenia, without any sort of obligation to any grandeur but that what is - the ancient paths and quiet trees and odd rocks and wheat and mills and lakes.
And West Virginia, with its desolate trailers on beautiful mountaintops, raging rivers, waterfalls, old churches and old people, quiet mornings and raging rain.
Take me home, country roads?
