Sunday, and the beginning of a new week. Or ending of an old, depending on your view. Or your calendar.
My Mother heads home today. To hers in Pennsylvania from ours in Virginia. I'll drive her part way there. A few miles up Interstate 270 to the Shady Grove station. Last station on the Metro Red Line. Then she's going solo the rest of the way. But my part of the drive north will be the hardest part. Through what little Sunday morning traffic there is. Around the tricky beltways and ramps and exits. To the straight concrete ribbons that connect and head eventually northwest.
Then she will go that way and I will go this way. Back down the Red Line to DC. Then the Blue or Yellow to Alexandria.
We've had a nice week. Good dinners and walks and, last night, Hadyn's Creation at the Kennedy Center. Die Schöpfung. A nice rendition of a "beginning" to end the week. And the visit.
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About Me
- Mark Gorman
- I was born in Williamsport, Pennsylvania, along the banks of the Susquehanna River, in the valley made up by Bald Eagle Mountain to the south, and gentle hills and valleys to the north. That place that sheltered me, gave me food and friends, and both physical and spiritual nourishment for 18 years. That is the space where I was physically and emotionally formed. Ever since growing up there . . . because of growing up there . . . I have been inexorably linked to nature . . . to the earth and to all life.