All was going well, Isabella and I were fixed in glorious trance state; spirit-gliding across the face of the Tennessee river bottoms and farm lands. We were leaving in our wake the blanched and dusty cotton fields of the Forkeedeer River and then the Piney River watersheds, as they gave begrudging leaway over to the rolling hills and wooded vastness of Natchez Trace State Park. In my minds ear I was kept hearing a voice humming, "So Long Marianne" and then later, "If It Be Your Will". For some reason I just couldn’t seem to shake the Leonard Cohen mojo for that entire stretch of the drive. We were "marching on to higher ground" with visions of promised habitations and oasis beyond the Tennessee River Valley in our heads. There were new vistas on the eastward horizon and there was balance on the slate - all old debts having been paid off and the old man sin having been laid off. All was in a harmonious flux - with the past year's sins having been rolled forward as was the manner - and a newfound optimism ruled supreme upon the day.
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