Friday, December 4, 2009

From Bull Street to Abercorn

It would be a lie if I told you that I haven't a clue as to 'what it is' about Savannah, Georgia. It hangs billowing in the sage green spanish moss, it grows in the vines that spiral through the iron gates and fences and you can feel it in the redbrick beneath your feet. Savannah whispers and tickles your ear before you have even left the airport. It fills you with promises of a happily, lazy, southern sophistication. The sun seems to shine a little brighter on this slow moving city, it touches everything in its path and makes it glow gold.
Even in death, Savannah honors those who have come and gone with such poetic reverence. You could lose yourself in the immense beauty of Bonaventure Cemetery, wandering the twisting pathways that lead you through the asymmetrical aisles of headstones, winged angels, roman pillars, statues of young children carved in such minute detail, they seem to be looking back at you with stone eyes.
And this is just the daylight hours. At night Savannah becomes a different world.
Crowded bars and restaurants, filled with music and the kind of people who smile back and toast to life. Carriages roam at a trot with couples who admire the squares of Savannah, breathing in the sweet air, their whole bodies pulsing with love and romance
Groups of fascinated tourists are spotted walking up an down streets being led by guides knowledgable inthe ghostly history of Savannah.
Forsyth Park and The Mansion directly across from it will appear out from behind the great lashes of spanish moss and reveal itself as a mecca of beauty. And if you're lucky enough to stay at the Mansion, you will witness far better than I could describe a kind of slow moving beauty that will make a stain on your heart and nothing will compare to it, some things may be better, but there will be nothing quite like it.
The streelights combined with the last few rays of sunset give this city a warm orange glow that will never leave you, long after you've unpacked your luggage at home and regaled your stories with family and friends and you've gotten those pictures developed.
No, even then from time to time when you think back on old Savannah, you'll feel that orange glow swell throughout you and you'll remember how beautiful it was, how lucky you were, to have witnessed such a place.

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