Little Rock, AR - Wednesday, May 22, 2013 continued
We cross the Arkansas River away from Little Rock under a gorgeous sky. There are just enough clouds to make lacework shadows and bring the gold out in the green of the trees. The capitol dome glows under a single sunbeam, like there should be a manger there and wise men. It has the magic feeling of twilight but it is not even noon.
We cross the Arkansas River away from Little Rock under a gorgeous sky. There are just enough clouds to make lacework shadows and bring the gold out in the green of the trees. The capitol dome glows under a single sunbeam, like there should be a manger there and wise men. It has the magic feeling of twilight but it is not even noon.
On the drive up to Fayetteville the beautiful sky widens over the Ozark mountains. We pass the exit for the Aux Arc scenic byway, and it occurs to Jacob that "Ozark" is a butchery of French even worse than our pronunciation of "Petit Jean."
We stay with Jacob's cousin Nathan in Fayetteville. He's in school at the U of A, and has a bachelor pad to make any young intellectual jealous, complete with shelves of great books and a loft bedroom / study. He feeds us calzones and we talk into the night.
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