The past 2 years, my fiancé (then boyfriend) and I have started to explore more of the US. Nothing extreme like a nomadic western road trip; our destinations are just a little off the crowded path. There are definitely some big boys out there I still want to see, like San Antonio or San Francisco (for the nth time). But we have been so domesticated that we prefer chills over thrills. And that means being in a city with essentially not much to do, but many to see (and of course, eat).
On this Fourth of July, there is no better place for a reminiscence than Charleston. These days, it pains me when I googled the city, and the top results are inundated with the recent tragic news. But I think Charleston has been resilient the way it is – with dignity and manner. And I’d like to think Southern pride should be something like that, and need not to be expressed through a parade, or any physical object.
“I want peace. I want to see if somewhere there isn’t something left in life of charm and grace.” – Rhett Butler
The picture on the right was a tree trunk at the Audubon Center at the Francis Beidler Forest. It resembles a sheltering mother, don’t you think?