Got into Natchez in the late afternoon. Rain began as soon as we crossed out of Louisiana into Wilkinson county -- named for Our Favorite, General Wilkinson, the American Flashman.
The rain got heavier all through dinner and the night.
Clear and sunny at 7 AM, but clouded over and became dreary during breakfast. Off again to see Under-the-Hill in the daytime and without pouring rain. Old Man River hurtled on below the Bluffs is not the Big Brown Muddy but an iron grey. Not even going to church this morning (the AME 1858 one, across from the nightclub where 200 people burned to death back in the 1920's) changed that. But Sister Clementine changed our hearts so we don't believe in evolution no more!
Out again, soon, to do what it is we do. Bad weather is supposedly arriving.
Don't think I've spent any serious time in Mississippi before -- only along the Gulf strip. My geographical sense of where I am in relationship to other parts of the world -- or, in this case, the Atlantic coastal locations, NYC, and the rest of the south has become deeper and more unconscious. I am aware in a way I've never been before of the sense of unity that is Louisiana, Mississippi and Tennessee. I knew it abstractly, intellectually, and from the map. But this last year has made it physical and emotional too. I love that!