Today I went back to Moundville for the first time since I was there with D. I had been planning to go for a long time, but since I was passing through on my way back from Birmingham, I decided to stop there and put that ghost to rest.
The air was cool and brilliantly sunny, just like that day so long ago, and when I pulled in and drove slowly around the circle, I expected the memories to jump up and assault me. I walked through the paths and the museum. I sat at the same picnic table and watched a barge push its load of coal down the muddy river.
He wasn't there. Whatever spirits walk there, D. isn't one of them for me anymore.
It was a magnificent relief, especially after the last trip I made to State. I think I'm free. As I sat on the bench and felt the sunshine warming my shoulders, I watched the birds soaring. I felt like them. I like it. It's a feeling I intend to get used to.
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