Eastern Shore Ride

Moody October clouds and spit, but still warm enough for short sleeves on my bicycle. This isolated finger of Virginia is like a clearing, of land, of heads, of air. Onancock, Wachapreague, Pungoteague, Machipongo; any turn in the road can change our standing with the wind. We roll through hollows and between farmland, auburn woods and pale amber scrub.