Scenes from the Road

At seven this morning, I pulled out of the drive into a foggy street. My trip was filled with wonderful sights:

The morning sun reflecting off the water of the James River, while off in the distance, buoys were shrouded by silver fog.

The approach of the hills near Charlottesville... bare trees appearing like ghostly figures reaching out of the fog, as if to grab a passer-by and detain them.

The Jeffersonian, Colonial revival, neo-Jeffersonian or Greek Revival architecture prominent throughout the city... the stately buildings of THE University (as it's called here in the Commonwealth), with students scurrying to and fro.

Silver trees lining the roadway kissed by the descending orb of the sun... shimmering one moment and appearing as clouds of dusky smoke the next.

The waters of the James River at sunset -- silver with the reflection of the full moon and met by a dark, royal purple horizon, topped by pink and pale turquoise bands. It was truly stunning and made up for the image of the trucker who, when I passed him on the road, honked his horn, flashed his lights and then pulled up his t-shirt, grabbed his right titty and jiggled it at me... I swear, he needed a man-bra.