Crossing The Tracks

I just got back to Virginia from a too short weekend trip up to Pennsylvania. It's quite a drive (5 hours each way when I manage to avoid traffic), but with spring beginning to make its presence known it was a pretty one. Many cars were shedding pale pink petals on the roads and forsythia made the hills seem to glow. Always on long drives I find myself passing sprawling fields and farms and desiring nothing more than to pull over and wander through them.