A final walk from my apartment on Bolton through the glorious Forsyth Park...it's almost time for me to go home. This past two weeks in Savannah have been lovely, as usual. Friends ask me why I love Savannah so much. It's a difficult question to answer, because it is more about the unseen than the seen.
There are the visible delights of this city...
~ the squares with the lavish greenery and flowers, benches and statues
~ the horsedrawn carriage tours going up and down the streets and around the squares
~ the breathtaking historic section with those unbelievably beautiful restored historic homes
~ shops along the streets and squares...The Gryphon Tearoom, The Christmas Shoppe...
~ Bonaventure Cemetery on the outskirts of the city
~ The Savannah Tea Room with an afternoon tea served with champagne...
But, it's the unseen that catches my breath when I experience it...
~ the gracious, gentle good manners and the genteel character of the people who call Savannah home
~ the generosity that Savannah's residents give freely when helping me with anything at all
~ the humid warm coastal air that passes softly over my skin
~ the feeling inside of my heart when I arrive in this southern city on the water
Nothing tangible, nothing you can put your finger on and say, "That's it! THAT'S what I'm talking about!"
Whatever it is, the draw to this city of Savannah remains as strong and as real to me today as it did the first moment I arrived.
I'll be back, my friend.
I'll be back.