Ellen's Very Southern Voice on Nostr: #WordWeavers Where in the world would you send a loved one? Ah, to New Orleans in ...
#WordWeavers Where in the world would you send a loved one?
Ah, to New Orleans in October:
Summer heat in New Orleans was metallic. Now, in October, the heat was clear as glass. No humidity, and the scents less noisy. Geraniums in second bloom, okra in the yard, life was restored. The soggy became neat, the stinky fresh; a time when all of us—man, woman, and babbling child—believed the Saints would go all the way. New Orleans owned the fall, and my rag-tag group owned New Orleans.
Ah, to New Orleans in October:
Summer heat in New Orleans was metallic. Now, in October, the heat was clear as glass. No humidity, and the scents less noisy. Geraniums in second bloom, okra in the yard, life was restored. The soggy became neat, the stinky fresh; a time when all of us—man, woman, and babbling child—believed the Saints would go all the way. New Orleans owned the fall, and my rag-tag group owned New Orleans.