Month: November 2015

The shadow of the evening

With our eyes pointed west over vines of sangiovese and colorino, we have seen the sun trace lower and lower in the sky. This we notice but have not troubled ourselves too much to process. Too good is the wine and food and company. But some sense of obligation or exploration prevails, and onward we shall go. It is late afternoon by the time we head to Volterra. Our estate wagon dutifully climbs 1,700 feet of switchbacks, my traveling companions rest in various states of conscious around me.  We reach the city. Here the air is cool and the wind is cold, but the sun still lends warmth.

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Making it home

Let me know when you’ve made it home. That constant request – before driving to Charlottesville from college, on the many trips between Charlottesville and my own place in the DC suburbs, boarding a return flight in some far-flung land. Let me know when you’ve made it home.

Now here I am, eleven years in Arlington and Alexandria and nearly four in the row house. I’ve made it back from the far-flung lands, back to my own place in the DC suburbs, with a nascent business in Charlottesville. And in all those journeys, I’ve made it home. Two hundred twenty six years of brick and cypress and tin. Home for me and then for a wife and then for puppy.

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