Soaking Up Savannah

We’ve seen it before and it’s not a pretty sight. That’s right; I’m still Jonsing for Jones Street and I’ve slid headfirst into the dreaded Savannah Withdrawal Syndrome. What does it look like?

I’m up until all hours of the night haunting the historic district’s virtual real estate sites. Dreaming of getting together for coffee with my friend Harriet at Gallery Espresso www.galleryespresso.com/   Imagining waking to the sound of church bells and birdsong instead of foghorns and the cry of seagulls. 

IT’S BEEN FIVE WHOLE MONTHS SINCE MY LAST VISIT.

Quick – throw me that cupcake things are starting to get ugly – I’m writing in all capital letters!

Yesterday, my daughter asked, “Don’t most people dream about warm, sunny beaches this time of year?”

Yes they do. But I’m remembering last year in mid-February when it actually snowed during one of my many trips to Savannah. One ridiculously early morning I stood in line at the Savannah – Hilton Head Airport and learned there would be no flights going out.  

I was stuck in Savannah for over forty-eight hours and it was wonderful.

I just made reservations to fly down at the end of the month. And I don’t care if I need an umbrella or the forecasters are predicting snow. That will be me soaking up inspiration for my current manuscript as I take long walks through the Squares. There might even be a fire waiting for me in the fireplace at E. Shaver Booksellers……