Robert and I were walking through Telfair Square here in Savannah last night after dinner. The statue-laden Telfair Academy (the first public art museum in the South, 1888) shone incandescently, perhaps a bit eerily, exuding both pride and remorse in our city’s problematic past.
I paused and gazed up into the heavy, meandering limbs of the ancient Live Oak trees, limbs laden with both desiccated (for now) resurrection fern and new, brilliant green spring leaves.
Death and life together.
The street light could not illuminate all their crevices.
“Some of these trees have to be older than the academy itself,” I thought, as we walked out of the past. “If only trees could talk!”
A light breeze kneaded the old and the new together, causing an audible whispering in the leaves.
And that’s my Saturday Evening Post.
NealEnJoy 
A very thoughtful meditation on contrasts – light and dark, strong and weak, life and death. Thank you.
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Thnx Don. It was also unusuallyeerily quiet there.
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