I imagine a humid day, the sound of the breeze rustling cypress and magnolia trees, laying down next to tombs under 1000 year old oaks and reading poetry with those who walked before us. I with close my eyes and smile at the azure blue sky, and listen…for the music of words.
”You have a southern soul!” Jan, a native Georgian exclaimed to me yesterday as we discussed hot days, good food, and family, and the way words sound so much nicer when they are drawn out a bit and slow on the tounge. You can taste the sound of words better when they are spoken South of Cincinnati.
January and February made me long for Louisiana…I needed to go back to my spiritual center…slow down and sit under a magnolia tree and read.