Farewell, Appalachia

I’m trying to say goodbye to this place – to the river water, brown and smooth. To the delicate oak leaves, breathing under a swirl of breeze. To the long stretch of quiet, touched only by twittering songbirds. Goodbye to the slender grass on the bank. The earthy smell of air.  Perhaps most I’m trying to say goodbye to memories, as if moving away requires me to pack them all away in a trunk. Locked until I can return.  A...