Memories of Savannah

Savannah, never have I met more gentle a city. Winds, light and sweet to the touch. Even the misty air reminds of its presence ever so politely. Your people great masters at sitting in parks, a long lost art. You have transformed one of geometries most unotable discoveries, the square, into luscious landmarks. You have also taken to exquisitly providing hospitable care to guests and ghosts alike. Care given in the same manner in which one might offer a pretty cowgirl a hand off her horse. Trees have stood alongside buildings long enough to befriend one another. The Spanish moss reaches from their limbs as to kiss its newfound friends. Many souls have cherished your fertility, I too am one with them.