How I love to walk down these quiet streets, and marvel at the majestic beauty of the old oaks delicately dressed in spanish moss. For a moment I'm taken back in time, and I think of a poem I once read by Jonivan.
"I found myself walking this morning down a path seeming to be walked by many before me. It was laden with flowers, towering trees and sounds that rang in the air. I reached out to take it in and brought to me the richness of the morning breeze, the feelings of warmth through my fingertips, life through my lungs, love through my soul. I came alive with humanity, with man, with body, with mind. One day I will put the whole world in my backyard, and each day walk down a different street."
The beauty of which he speaks, I have found right here in our nation's oldest city, St. Augustine. I invite you to take a walk through my"backyard"