Breath our scents, walk our landscape, hear our melodic dialects, delight in our savory morsels, touch each rich texture, and the southern essence remains a mystery. The ethereal south, unfathomable to the five senses, lives in the heart. If you believe in magic, and can survive the devastating passions of an open heart, just possibly, you stand a chance of living a moment as a southerner. Most people aren't brave enough to be southerners, even the ones that are.

Monday, September 11, 2006

New Monday

Alrighty, It's another Monday, and a new week! We've just survived the lunacy of another full moon here, so there is reason to be thankful and rejoice.

The pic featured today, I took a couple of years ago off the north end of Carolina Beach, North Carolina. It was an early day for me so I managed to catch this sunrise peeking through the haze, floating above a super calm, almost flat, sea.

Each day here is like opening a gift wrapped package, you never know what it will hold for you. Such is life beneath the Carolina Moon, even at sunrise, on a Monday.

Yes, I know its 9/11. Life will never be the same. Complacency has a horrible price. I'm just not going there. Nuff said.

Dread

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