Finally in Savannah.
It’s neither hot nor cold, it’s neither bright nor dark. There’s noise but one can find silence.
The Savannah Marriot Riverfront has a balcony and walk along the bank of the Savannah. Terra-cotta deck chairs and old metal lamp-posts on red cobble-stones. Breeze. Quiet water.
A half-mile up the river a steel bridge. A half-mile down, the wharf. Right across me, just trees.
The distant sound of a guitar, somebody jamming on a yacht.
Good one coming.
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