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.

Thursday, August 31, 2006

We Just Never Know

A bad day. That's what yesterday promised to be; a sad, strange, surreal day.

It was. But not as bad as it could have been.

The evening turned into something beautiful, magical, and wonderful, with just a touch of wistfulness to keep it real, which it was.

My. My. The way we sometimes are moved, lifted,and even transformed, beneath the Carolina moon, never ceases to amaze me.

Life the adventure...erh?

Dread
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