Waking up yesterday and looking out on the street, I was surprised that I could barely see my beautiful historic downtown Savannah. Fog had blanketed the city late the night before, and it seemed, like a dream world outside. As the fates would have it, today my normal morning saunter became like a mythical journey in a realm layered slightly over the everyday existence in which I dwell. Marveling at every hidden building and tree that magically appeared as I got closer, I made my way to the place that only a day ago was the Savannah River. Now a swirly mix of fog and quiet, a faint glimpse of river, an occasional call of a seagull as it flew in, then out of view, I knew this was my destination!