I have finally arrived at destination number 1: Savannah, GA. This is the ‘half-way’ point on my way to Florida. Now I must nap, then awake in time for some Jets-Steelers action.
As a side note, upon arrival I realized that I’ve stayed at this hotel before. It seems like a past life at this point, and as I walked the halls, viewed the courtyard, and rode the elevator, ghosts of years past came rushing back, uninvited. I guess it’s all fitting with this whole new perspective on life. Your past can’t really be forgotten or hidden, you just have to embrace it as another chapter in your memoir. At least that’s what I keep telling myself. And I tell the ghosts to go fly a kite, except my language is a bit more flowery. It is not cool in the least bit to be haunted. I guess this will be the beginnings of a song. Good idea Kev. Let’s see, I shall call it ‘Haunted Hotel’.
Settlin’ in on a sunny afternoon
Another 400 miles and a night without sleep
A hotel memory comes rushing from the past
An old friend, her ghost no longer hidden deepI get on the elevator but not alone
The button lights up for the 2nd floor
But it won’t budge and take me up
She’s just holding the open doorSo I walk the halls, just to find a way
To say the words, I need to say
But I turn around, and she’s gone again
I’m left with just her haunting grin
More to come later…