“Uncle Burley said hills always looked blue when you were far away from them. That was a pretty color for the hills, the little houses and barns and fields looked so neat and quiet tucked against them…
It made you want to be close to them. But he said that you got close they were like the hills you’d left, and when you looked back your own hills were blue and you wanted to go back again. He said he reckoned a man could wear himself out going back and forth.”
–Nathan Coulter, Wendell Berry
Virginia’s blue mountains draw me back again and again. And then you leave, and you ache. I could wear myself out, going from city to hills, here to there and back again. You’re always missing one.
“When you go to town, look back east. There’s a mountain there, it’ll move your feet.”
-Steel Wheels
