Virginia

I feel like I was in the south today, and I think it's because I was in the sun and because today I ate like, four kinds of meat. But maybe also it was the Civil War this morning, with the dusty blue and gray and proud horses and Dixie. And the peanut butter merangue pie for lunch at a place called the Southern Kitchen and the bumpy golf cart ride through knee-high grass to end in a timeless afternoon on a blanket on riotously green hill, watching the hawks and the swallows glide and dive up above our heads.