The
Georgia Coast
by Faith Farug
On days when the wind blows just right, you can smell the sweet
salt of the Atlantic Ocean and you’d swear that you’re
perched on the very edge of the world, that the breeze, were
it just a bit stronger, could sweep you out into the vast
blue of the wind and waves. Other days, when the air lies
over the land in hot stillness, the scent of pine sap and
dry grass hang in the air, reminding you that you’re
very much on the dry land. When the skies become heavy out
over the ocean, the air carries on it a scent that is not
salt, not pine, but the smell of the ocean and earth tangling
with one another, riding on the wind side-by-side, bringing
the rain.
The coast of South Georgia is a place like no other. It is indeed the edge
of the world. The elements are always at work, something creating soft breezes
in golden light and sometimes darkening the sky hours before sunset with
angry thunderstorms. Living on the Georgia coast, one is surrounded by beauty
that is never quite the same today as it was yesterday. It is a million places
in one, all of them beautiful in their own way.
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