"Find a frosty leaf, make my day, make me happy," I says to myself. It's nine a.m., 25 lonely degrees outside. (Old Molino Road, I believe). The cold's about the same here inside the command module too, pleads my precious but durable toes numbing stoically. (Yes, Old Molino Road). Stop! Quickly. Shoot old red truck in grassy field. The lightly sown hoar, the rime, the frosty dew seems to melt by the second, dwindling under a bleaching cloudless sun. For a moment, I watch a crystal patch lose its protection, disappearing as the unsympathetic shadow turns and drifts away. Demonstrating, convincingly, what will become of any frosty leaf today.
. Sweeping plains to rolling woody hills. Stubborn rocky farms with ancient rock fences. Cedar forests. Cotton fields, stubble fields and Hearty beeves beyond numbers to count. Goats outside their fences, as expected. Flat-bottomed streams on solid bedrock. Wild turkeys in flocks of fifty to a hundred. Court houses, depots, churches at sunset. A snowman on the Auto Parts wall. Frosty mornings, warm sunny days.
Start at Little River Falls DeKalb County Alabama. Proceed to Fayetteville Lincoln County Tennessee. Return to Stevenson Alabama Jackson County.