Open space, open heart

Even at 91 degrees, there is a moment of elation at stepping onto a boardwalk surrounded by a brown and green sea of reeds in this expansive salt marsh. Fiddler crabs skitter across the path, a spider nearly the size of my palm rests in the shade. With an occasional pop as pluff mud sucks…

The Scent Of A Vow

Spring is cemented in the park. Leaves no longer a tentative chartreuse in fear of another frost, but a full spectrum of verde. A crazy perfume of honeysuckle, tea olive, confederate jasmine hangs throughout, even when the flowers themselves are distant. I inhaled that concoction 37 years ago on a Charleston cobblestone street and declared,…