Silver

After being introduced to it by a friend, I recently downloaded a star / constellation map app. It is pretty amazing. I took two quarters of astronomy in college and learned far less about constellations than I have in the last month of casually using this map.

Consider the relationship between reason, unreason, and happiness – to what extent should my actions be reasonable? To the most reasonable extent, of course. But what is that? Not quite the golden mean. More like a golden harmony. I prefer silver.

And above actual silver, the silver clouds in a blue sky casting shadows that reach down to shade a cultivated field lined by pine trees in the South Georgia farmland and pond homestead style. Thick rows of timber – shash pines, water oaks, pecan trees – that spring up along property lines, creek beds, and swamp.

They help with erosion and they please us aesthetically. I grew up within this landscape and ecosphere. Then I left and grew up some more. Then I returned to the eternally re turned fields and re dis covered the silver beauty of this place.

Beyond silver metal I prefer the silver clouds among blue skies over the Georgia coast, shifting slowly toward slivers of white silver reflecting alongside your canoe as you paddle determinately toward what appears to be a bluff on the far side of of the intercoastal waterway. Behind schedule because of the fierce winds early in the day and the small pod of Dionysian dolphins, participating in this interspecies celebration of a magical silver sunset.