On Hold: The Price of Screwing Up

The Savannah series will have to take a backseat for a while. I knew our time there was special but personal crisis has a certain ability to snap moments into stunning clarity and context. There are no words to express our time together, no images to capture the way the city unfolded before us and lay suspended like a tableaux vivant, breathing into us ever so deliberately the inspiration of humanity and history and marking our passage as allies through this strange arrangement of roots, cement, liquid lights, horses, hooves, drooping canopies of Spanish moss stalactites that both reminded us of gravity and stooped down as though offering a leg up, and a way out. Strangely enough, it was in that moment that I think we both felt, for the first time, that our place was within.