Chased the Setting Sun

We chased the setting sun--
through Hominy Valley:
Shade intensifies light.

Cobalt Blue leans on asphalt
holding tight green, brown, grey
golden whips fabric
my heart pumps scarlet
the tender radiance and shadow

through the branches glow dusk's truth:
We are blessed.

Happy New Year, 2009

Here's wishing you

the freedom to pursue

unlimited horizons

jubilant surprises

inspiration and success

balance through each challenge

and shared experiences with

those who own your heart.

Savannah, Georgia

Steven and I pulled the Harley into Savannah for his 50th birthday. He was going crazy watching that blue beauty sit in the garage for a month because the weather has been too cold to ride. Finally, he said, "Let's just chance it." A good idea; it was 78 degrees there.

It is hard not to fall in love with the charm and beauty of Savannah. The cobbled street grids were laid out in the 1700s, the architecture rivals Charleston with it's timeless elegance, everywhere you look is a memorial or statue, and the hugh live oaks with clumps of Spanish Moss canopy the entire city with Nature's magic.