Dusk in Savannah

 

The writer operates at a peculiar crossroads where time and place and eternity somehow meet.
- Flannery O'Connor

It is starting to get dark in Savannah. The sky is changing to a milky blue above the old trees in Madison Square. The city feels moody and atmospheric. I wander around Madison Square in my favourite part of the historic downtown taking photos and smiling. The light is fading and changing the shape of shadows. Tree limbs form different canopies overhead as the glow from the lamps and leaves scattered all over bring me into an Autumnal mood. It is a mystifying vibe, seemingly on the edge of something, like an entrance into faerie might be at that lamppost. 

The feeling of this place is full of history at the same time, colliding with the mystical world of faerie. The leaves scatter across the grassy spaces, tall gallant trees border the paths, lanky in branch and limb, full of leaves. Lamps adorning the dark as dusk sweeps in while the sky high above the trees can be seen through the dappled clearings as crystal blue fading to a dusky grey. 

With the light fading I take photos and try to capture the scene and mood. It's hard to capture a feeling of a place in a photo, but looking down a path with leaves strewn and lamps glowing is a good start. It's a nice 57 degrees.

I had to take advantage of a dusk stroll. Thanks to my wait time at the restaurant, I got to take the square stroll taking photos. The squares get a bit spooky after dark, but at dusk it's magically mysterious and marvelous. It doesn't hurt that a favourite bookshop sits at the corner of the square. I dashed into it when I arrived, staying until they closed, picking up an essential book after saying hello to one the cats.

I really enjoy this area. The tree-lined streets and two bookshops within a couple blocks. A couple coffee shops close, too, all nestled within a short walk from one another. The old southern architecture is all around, and the charm greets you along any walk.

At last I am seated at the restaurant, outside along the sidewalk. Normally I am not a big fan of eating outside, but tonight it's perfect. A large oak tree is the canopy over me with strings of chunky twinkle lights intertwined. It's much quieter outside than in the restaurant anyway, and I write in my notebook the whole time. It does get chillier and chillier the longer I sit there, but I don't mind too much. Warm food is coming, fresh fries and a pumpkin curry that is out of this world delicious. I jot more notes and feel the thrill of a little adventure, enjoying every bite and every jot.