This was my first chilly day in Savannah. And it was wonderful. I had considered spending most of the day indoors and doing some promotion for the book, but how could I resist? The energy of cool weather and a leather chaired cafe kept calling. I gathered a sweater and head towards the Gallery Espresso, spying on other like minded smiles on the way. The crisp air brought the brilliance of the giant oaks to life, made the squares giant gardens for lovers to linger in, and had the cobblestones down by the river reminding of the giant smallness of this city.
My favorite spot at the Gallery Espresso is towards the right, towards the back once you first enter. There is an enormous, plush leather chair sitting by itself for which I usually find some comfort. I had some knitting with me. I'm making a pair of blue socks for someone special that I'm dating. He's a kind, good hearted, wondrous man who finds no fault in having fun. I have been enjoying our time together and learn something new and distinct about myself when ever he's near me. The socks are for his birthday, and he's aware I'm making them, for he asks often on their coming along. But, the socks are more than that. They are a ritual for me, a working of magic in each stitch, a reflection, a thought, a dream into every row. I truly hope those thoughts become realities, for I can envision myself having a lifetime of fun with him.
I had a coco while I was at the Gallery and didn't realize I had whipped cream on the tip of my nose until I spied my own reflection in the frosty glass.
I have come to love Savannah. It's so different than when I was younger. My family blood is under these streets. I remind myself of that when I have shaded moments of feeling as though I am a misplaced man. We often go searching for ourselves because we hear ancestral voices calling. Those men and women who once beheld my family name all swarm inside the DNA that makes me Gregory Patrick. Each of their nuances and beauties are frightfully alive now that I am back home.
The book is FINALLY listed on Amazon....and Barnes and Noble, mind you. Now, it's up to me to make it a frightful success. Can you just imagine what might happen if I were able to write full time????
I'd scare the shit out of the big publishing houses.....